Brexit Sonnet No. 36 – ‘Pancaked’

It’s pancaked, this great idea now bashed and battered,
This stodgy mix of odds and ends whisked up,
Our hopes of future fortune cruelly shattered,
Wine with lemon laced, our bitter cup.
Our choice for Lent has never been less clear,
What to lose for forty days, what choice!
Lose it longer, I’ll shed no bitter tear;
Cliff? Be tempted not by Brexit’s voice.
So enjoy the mix for just this single day,
And habit not to make of frequent use.
For extra pounds and stones may come your way,
But by measures valued, you will surely lose.
So mixeth not your muddled mix of woes,
Be gone foul Brexit – your tempting chapter close!

©Keith Murphy