Brexit Sonnet No. 76 – ‘The Berlin Process Summit’

You must have heard me laugh, from Notting Hill,
To London Bridge and on to Blackpool Tower.
My guffaws rattled pebbles on Selsey Bill,
And brought up short their hymns in Guiting Power.
My derisive hoots heard in Aberdeen.
My endless giggles heard in Giggleswick,
As they were in cuttings of East Cheam,
Or any other town you’d like to pick.
So what has caused this merry Maytime mirth?
The Berlin Process Summit we host here,
To convince the Western Balkans of EU’s worth.
To help them join Europe’s upper tier.
So role reversal gear now please engage,
And back us out from Brexit’s stagnant cage!

©Keith Murphy