Brexit Sonnet No.4 – ‘Year of Trial and Error’

So now it’s waning, our year of trial and error,
Our brush with one inglorious year just gone.
We’ve had it all, deception, lies and terror,
With inappropriate MPs movéd on.
Votes just bought and sold like weed or pot,
So ‘tanks a billion’ say both sides of the border.
Papers lost then found, but paradise not,
Whilst pay cap kept our health and law in order.
But desist from maudlin thoughts and look ahead,
Hammer in those solid logic nails,
Torque those nuts of truth on well turned thread
And set the train of thought on well honed rails.
Our home once more again to prime and proof,
Next year, no rot, no rust, just honest truth.

©Keith Murphy