Brexit Sonnet No. 31 – ‘The Greatest Showman’

What a shame we could not launch and hold,
Those Brexit plans in Falcon’s heavy grasp.
Sixty four tonnes of payload so we’re told,
Canst it yet be done, who should we ask?
I’m sure some space in car we could have found,
For Brexit’s backseat drivers; we do have some!
A flick of switch, then whoosh, a roaring sound,
And Elon’s car with cargo heads off to Sun.
The Greatest Showman’s crown has just been claimed,
Three stages used to get this drama done.
Two stages land but one missed at what it aimed,
A ‘super majority success’ by two to one.
Now space is ex, hats off to Mr. Musk ,
Make Brexit ex and scatter plans like dust.

©Keith Murphy