Jabbermoggy

‘Twas brexig, and the slithy gove
Strategically supported may.
All chumsy were the boris-moves:
The country’s fate looked grey.

Beware the Jabbermogg my friends!
Beware the phobious Eeyahrgee!
They pout and spout for their own ends
And not for you and me.

Dressed in their daily cloaks of mail
And breastplates of hypocrisy,
They masquerade on Question Time
As guardians of democracy.

They sing, “Britannia waives the rules!”
They want to take us back in time
To days that never did exist
Save in their mothballed minds.

“No deal! No deal!” their reckless spiel,
“Procure more ships and call their bluff!
Make Brussells wait; no-go-tiate
Until they’ve had enough.”

Hast thou a plan, O Jabbermogg?
An actual plan, that we can quote?
‘Cos if you don’t, we hope you won’t
Oppose a People’s Vote.

‘Twas brexig, and the slithy gove
Strategically supported may.
All chumsy were the boris-moves:
The country’s fate looked grey.

 

 

3 January 2019