Brexit Sonnet No. 91 – ‘This Brexit Möbius Strip’

This Brexit Möbius strip has met its end,
One leaver has declared the plan a farce.
Remain he‘d rather; no chaos path descend,
From May‘s roasted offering, he‘d rather pass.
So weld these Brexit ends with electric arc,
Apply this unexpected superglue.
A plan, a vision not! but maybe spark,
To rid us from those without a flaming clue.
So could Remainers leave with measured step?
Could we leave if all was put in place?
This question ponder, do not answer yet,
Of unicorns arrived – not one trace.
Do I take it now we‘re quite agreed,
What foolishness began, he now doth cede?

©Keith Murphy