Brexit Sonnet No. 48 – ‘Weather Report’

I’m the ‘Beast from the East’, a blizzard of painful degree,
The bus and the train now refuse to adhere to the clock.
With a blast of my breath, your diaries I now can wipe free,
And postman’s delayed; I make silent his regular knock.
Schools I can shut with a blink of my icicled eye,
And wildlife I kill with a beat of my cold hearted heart.
Bills I will raise through the roof as my snow passes by
And misery I bring, as power lines and cables I part.
Events I can cancel and trash, I do what I like.
I’m the sting in the tail, winter’s last roll of the dice.
But humbled I be when I see the Beast next to strike,
Armed to the teeth and not pleasant nor patient nor nice.
The ‘Beast that is Brexit’ ; I’m frightened so quickly withdraw.
Beast do not leap till après my imminent thaw.

©Keith Murphy