Brexit Sonnet No. 83 – ‘The End of May’

The end of May now fast draws near its time,
The ‘display till’ date and ‘sell by’ date long gone.
A time of little reason and no rhyme,
A time of logic short and bluster long.
A few more days has May her path to tread,
The sun now almost set on time she’s had.
A few more days and May, her essence bled,
Will close this present chapter long and sad.
So kick your cans, pack up your bags and go.
This closure, this careering path to hell
Choseth you, to take us down below
To Brexit bind – where now we abject dwell.
So days to go and May will dim and close,
What cometh next? Speak thou whom future knows.

©Keith Murphy