The Queen Wants Brexit Poem by Edwin Hopper

The wife and me are respectable.
Quiet lives in our own mobile home.
We do as we're told, and we're sensible,
except for her damn garden gnome.

It's our betters and gentry who get my vote.
Conservatives, know how to run things.
Liberals are daft. Labour rock the boat.
Foreign commies are pulling their strings.

The Queen wants Brexit. She said in the Sun.
Can't have Brussels giving her orders.
The Mail says the Tories will get it done.
No more Eurotrash cross our borders.

Then after Brexit, old England is free,
and the Tories will do what they like...
...to me.