Brexit - Poem by Edwin Hopper
Course I hate this damned EU.
It's time we had our Waterloo.
Stand beside the union jack,
and fight to take our country back.
We'll have brand new Morris Minors,
not computers made in China.
And what good was science fact?
We have to get out country back.
Eat old fashioned beans on toast,
in damp cafés on our coast.
No foreign micro wavy snacks.
I want to have my country back.
Watch cricket teams on village greens,
with good hard clouts for noisy teens.
Moral fibre's what they lack!
We need to have our country back.
I blame the Beatles, Rock and Role,
they drugged up our countries soul.
I won't need to have more Prozac,
When I take my country back.
We'll be drinking decent beers,
up our high street, bashing queers.
Kick out strangers, no more blacks.
And then we'll have our country back.
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