You got sick of the Brexit talk
and voted OUT
to have done with the talk.
Now you're coming OUT,
the talk has just begun to begin
(Ach mein Gott, ExitScot
and Northern Ireland Neire)
and you wish you'd voted IN.
Why didn't you see
to make it best out of three?
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