Brexit Sonnet No. 38 – ‘Political Incline’

Our ingrained political geometry has not changed,
It’s always been three sides with rightish angle.
Political incline set by side size range,
Now at max, as even sides do wrangle.
Our sides, no number three and four we find,
Or even count at twelve opposing five.
If t’were, politics could be less inclined
To slip down slope, in Brexit’s mud to dive.
It matters not how acute our shape is moulded,
It matters not if sides don’t square together.
It matters only that angles, when unfolded,
Are enough for U-Turn in Brexit’s hated tether.
So flourish your protractor, be obtuse,
And put Pythagoras to really useful use.

©Keith Murphy