To be the best
My husband is Europe`s best salesman
she said proudly.
What does he sell? Things, she said.
What things? Well, many different things.
Putin is a good seller of hopes, I said.
Who is Putin? A man who sell dreams
and other things, I have never heard of
him does he sell houses too.
Reflecting upon "things" Brexit came
to mine, people didn`t want to buy it
founds "things" a burden importing stuff
they could produce themselves.
"Don`t look a gift horse in the mouth, " she did
And found it had many rotten teeth
needed a dentist to extract them.
I like fish& chips a man chimed in and for French
Cheese! I never bought one, what`s wrong with
Gouda?(Geography not his strong suit)and for
wine, I rather have a pint of lager.
So it is settled then (never mind the street talks)
we are half out but also half in.
Can we say Theresa May is a great salesperson?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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