Stalemate Poem by Paul Butters

Remoaners to the left, Brextremists to the right,
Theresa "Maggie" May has an uphill fight.
I can't see her lasting many more days,
Unless she changes her stubborn ways.

Theresa is an immovable object.
Her hubby must be totally henpecked.
Trying to please just everyone,
Annoying all is what she's done.

Right now she is UK Prime Minister,
But her own back benchers are getting sinister.
Some say she's sold us down the river,
A thing for which they can't forgive her.

Others claim she's gone too far,
As we should stay just where we are.
Some see Europe as our friend,
But others say the UK we must defend.

Ireland is a sticking point
A thing that's gonna rock the joint.
They don't know where to put the border,
Without causing grief and disorder.

What an impasse, feels like stalemate,
Are we heading to be a slave state?
Who knows what's going to happen next?
No wonder we are all perplexed.

© PB 17\11\2018.