Brexit Sonnet No. 93 – ‘By These Small Margins’

Not such sweet sixteen; this vote just missed,
Another back room deal now shuffled out.
Today no brighter future shall be kissed,
As against his own reform did rebel shout!
Six rebels sidled up and filed right for aye,
Four rebelled against that Labour whip.
By these small margins – we our future buy,
The past now gone as Brexit tap doth drip.
Our dam now plugged by globs of unsafe trust,
The stress cracks streaking down its unsafe wall.
Will it hold? No – crack and burst it must,
For that that’s built on shifting sands must fall.
It’s close today, gripe no gripe, don’t moan.
The chance to wave Brexit bye, not yet blown.

©Keith Murphy