Brexit Sonnet No. 65 – ‘The Asking of a Visa Fee’

What do you expect; you’ve left the bloody club,
The doors have shut with sullen bang behind you.
The asking of a visa fee’s no snub,
No slight on those with passports coloured blue.
You’re on your own, so get a firmer grip,
Just the start of living on your own.
So every time you take a foreign trip,
Alone you’ll be in foreign Euro Zone.
Odds on we’ll levy just the blooming same,
And trade costs raise with tariffs like as not.
It’s just a stupid, silly, pointless game,
It’s one that costs us all, this Brexit plot.
So dig in deep to pay the extra cost,
Or Brexit ditch in longest grass, to be forever lost.

©Keith Murphy