Brexit Sonnet No. 37 – ‘Road to Brexit’

This road to Brexit’s poorly signed and mapped,
It twists and turns and dead ends do prevail.
It’s not on any sat nav, its surface badly cracked,
And rutted tracks, they tell a sorry tale.
No smart ideas to aid our flowing lane,
No highway code to keep us safe and sound.
Just contra-flows in a sea of aching pain,
And no signage placed to bring us homeward bound.
Yet speedsters speed, the limit they do flout,
No cameras work to record their blatant charge.
No yellow lines, just red ones round about,
Economy mpg? Now not large.
Our syncromesh has dropped its cog again;
Best stop, restart and engageth Nation’s brain.

©Keith Murphy