Brexit Sonnet No. 45 – ‘A Plan of A’

So trade has taken an unaccustomed twist,
A union of the many with the few.
A Plan of A our table now doth kiss,
Not penned by her of fancy leopard shoe.
The carpet edge has not been raised to sweep
A broader, border issue out of sight.
So tariff free on pavements grey we keep,
My deep heart’s core no border hard doth blight.
So rising off the Brexit playroom floor,
This crawling babe to walk has now been taught.
That aimless, planless crawl of woe no more,
Our common house to rightful senses brought?
So plan hath not perfection writ large within,
Just first small step on path to Brexit’s bin.

©Keith Murphy