Brexit Sonnet No. 98 – ‘Brexit Open Gardens’

It’s Brexit open gardens coming up,
The public will be lining up outside.
So it’s cake for all and British tea to sup,
But truth to tell, we’ve let the garden slide.
Our edges are quite ragged and ill defined,
Our borders hard and overlooked by all.
Our gardeners to pruning work – disinclined,
Weeds in our favoured beds grow thick and tall.
What will the people think when they look round,
We’ve got no plants of beauty to display.
We’ll bluff it out, and take their hard earned pound,
And take ‘em round this garden of decay.
It’s what they want, we had a damaged vote,
This Brexit garden, the lying weeds now choke.

©Keith Murphy