Brexit Sonnet No.17 – ‘Digestives Now Shrinketh’

The Deadly Sins have raised their hornéd heads,
Each with elbows sharpened, pushing hard.
Lust demands divorce and new found beds,
Whilst Greed, he craves the tax avoidance card.
A feckless Pride buffs up her empire days;
For Sloth, just look at Impact papers lacking.
Gluttons seeketh more power from Tudor maze,
Yet we to date see not foul Brexit packing.
Europe the enemy, our Angered Chancellor said;
And Brexit Envy must be all around,
So say those whom Brexit’s newly wed.
This senseless sinning, Brexit’s killing ground.
Reminding us Brexit cometh not from heaven,
Digestives now shrinketh by sinful number seven.

©Keith Murphy