Post Referendum Politics
`Twas brillig, and the slithy Goves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the Labour Party,
And the Angela Eagle outgrabe.
"Beware the Brexitwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Daily Mail, and shun
The frumious Rupert Murdoch!"
She took her vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe she sought --
So rested she by the No.10,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought she stood,
The Brexitwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the Government,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
She left it dead, and with its head
She went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Brexitwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish girl!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Miss May!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy Goves (Hunts and Osbornes)
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the Labour Party,
And the Angela Eagle (tried to) outgrabe
More poems/ annihilations of good poems welcome