Brexit Sonnet No. 55 – ‘An L’ish Article’’

How do you feel; should we go again
To vote on it, to put your pencilled cross
In whatever box causes you smallest pain?
In whatever box doth lead to smallest loss?
Should claims of cheating start us off anew,
With argued chiselled words on paper form,
And large majority, or will the simple do?
Rights now trampled, like fields of summer corn.
In this debate I’ll forego my trampled rights,
What’s done is done and cannot be undone.
Ignore this fiddled outcome and fight our fights,
Harvest our corn that’s left and no rerun.
No second bite on Brexit’s curséd crust,
But revoke an L’ish Article, now we must.

©Keith Murphy