Oh when can we go back in the EU?
The joke has all gone rather pale
Oh when can they make all things new
As firms are beginning to fail.
They said we'd control our border
That was another big lie
Everything is now in disorder
Now matter how hard the idiots try.
The morons all running the country
All went to either Eton or Oxbridge
But they're as thick as the biggest oak tree
With the chief buffoon found hiding in a fridge
The chief buffoon conned all the voters
With the £350 million on the bus
And conned by the Brexit promoters
Who created one enormous big fuss
Brexit has now become a big flop
We all need to get back in dead quick
And those politicians all need the chop
As they were all useless and very thick
Oh when can we rejoin the EU?
The new trade deals are not very good
Oh when can their be a new review
‘Cos everyone knows that there should
Excellent poem. I sincerely appreciate the way you write with utmost ease. Beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree entirely David, it's a real shambles x