Happy 4th Brexit Day! Four years. Oven Ready? Is it cooked yet? A poem on this unbelievable anniversary. 4 years. £4.4bn spent. Blue passports. Sunlit Uplands. 4 years on and so little achieved. So few benefits realised. Only billions wasted and uncertainty and anxiety spread amongst those Europeans still here. But are leaving in their droves. Are feeling undervalued and marginalised. The very same government that pleaded for Eastern European fruit pickers to come and harve

Brexit Tea Break When Britain's broken And in utter despair Have a cup of tea And find some hope in there. Get breakfast done And ignore the news We'll fix broken Britain With a couple of brews. So put the kettle on Forget the anger steaming Time for a cuppa Let's start the healing. _________________________________ A poem for National Poetry Day (03/10/19) Brexit. It dominates every conversation, it fuels division and anger and ire and hate. But it does

Get Brexit Done (The Fun Has Just Begun) Get Brexit done Strong and stable Brexit means Brexit Where's the negotiating table? Do or die Dead in a ditch Prorogation for the nation Ah, a backstop glitch Deal or no deal Let's get Brexit done We'll end freedom of movement The fun has just begun _________________________________ The new Tory mantra. "Get Brexit done." Like a verbal punch to every interview. Hoping to beat us to submission. "Just get it done, jus

Gone Gone Gone, gone, the way of the winds Harshly blown from a wicked sea. Flotsam gathered on sullied beach And weathered faces, beaten, lost. The downtrodden, the forgotten, the left behind. Gone, gone, the intolerance chimes On streets that declare, Be gone! You ain’t one of us! England for the English! The feted few of privilege gained. Gone, gone, no longer the welcomed. No longer a better life of village green No longer the rolling hills, but the brownl

Cry Hurrah. (Down in the 'Spoons) Cry hurrah for Brexit, England and St. Spoons! In damp and malodorous, darkened rooms Sticky with beer spills and the spittle of rage, As they turn to another rant on another page Of the fetid Sun and rabid Daily Mail. And splutter insults at the desperate travails, Of the immigrants and the war wearied refugee. But sod them all, this land ain't free. The Spooners rallying cry Hurrah for Brexit, England and St. Spoons And you wond

A Latin Brexit De facto leaders and Quid pro quo leavers, Ego believers and Bona fide deceivers. Carpe diem Brexiteers, Impromptu shouts and cheers. Pro bono benefits arriving here? Vice versa my friends, Vice versa I fear. Illegitimi non carborundum #brexit #Brexit #politics #society

Unsettled Status I have lived here for 30 years. Prove it and allay our fears. But my children are British passport holders. We'll see about that as they get older. My parents came here when I was three. But you are still a foreigner to us you see. I've paid my national insurance, bills and tax. Sorry, we're still sending you back. But my family, my job, my life, my friends. Adios, au revoir, auf wiedersehen, arrivederci, this is where it ends. You can't kick

The Rogue Goes Prorogue Let us dash with daring do Prorogue the bally lot And cause a hullabaloo Shut down parliament And be done with it Force majeure for Britain This damned no deal Brexit Ah...weep not my remainer friends Remember they'll all be alright in the end They'll be beaming with the broadest smiles As the donkey always shits on the biggest pile. _________________________________ Get the flags of despair out. The #brexitshambles stumbles from bad

The Big Words of Brexit A country inveigled to an imbroglio state. No deal forthcoming that's worth the wait From years of angst and anger and chagrin. Enmired in the quixotic notion we're better out than in. Fed a diet of palpable, bare faced lies From irascible, irredeemable, incorrigible shysters Who, masters of their stentorian voice, Bluster and bellow, it's your only choice! And the animus gives way to a saddened dolour, Immured in the mess we all must wallo

Brexit Day - Rich and Free The day Brexit made us all rich and free Morrissey at the Palace collected his MBE. And every politician told us nothing but the truth, While we all drank from the eternal fountain of youth. And London's streets glittered, paved in gold, While magic money trees fruited £50 notes for young and old. The day Brexit made us all rich and free, The moon shone blue and we all believed That 2 and 2 always makes five Sunlit Uplands became Airstrip

White Beach And you would stand against the tide resolute, A shrill bitter wind ravaged King Canute. Raging at the waves and armies of gulls Do not land, we're full, we're full! And you would stare at the setting sun, Blinkered and blinded, oh wounded one. Until the only world you saw was dark, Hatred filled skies, an unending task. And you would keep your beach an untainted white, Debris of life, out of mind, out of sight. Flotsam free and forever pure, Welcom

Magic Money Tree Money grows on Magic money trees, Come what May Shoot the breeze. Spaff the lot On Brexit ads Sod the poor They've been had. To Sunlit Uplands And all aboard HMS Great Britain Yet we can't afford, Anything anymore. Except consultants and Ads peddling shite. Sod us all, Cos they'll be alright. No more money For teachers or nurses. Just a government Strengthening austerity, Pleading empty purses. The Magic Money Tree Spent of cash,

There's Too Many Here There's too many here So send them back. Herd them onto Megabuses Heading south of the Watford Gap. There's too many here Taking all our precious jobs. Grafting and working and helping the country, While we shoot off our gobs. There's too many here. Nurses and carers and office workers. Depriving and denying us employment. We, the opinionated shirkers. There's too many here, But when they are good and gone, There'll be no one to care

Brexit Fools Day (2nd April 2019) Extension sought Tensions fraught Suggestions brought Arguments fought Havoc wrought Resolution naught ___________________________ After a 7 hour Cabinet meeting in Downing Street, the powers that be have come up with a plan...one that Baldrick would be proud of. After nearly 3 years, a deadline passed for leaving the EU, countless votes against Theresa May's withdrawal agreement...now is the time. To reach out and ask Jeremy Corbyn to

Brexit Day Brexit Day, here at last? An end to this protracted and tiresome farce? So turn out the lights if you would please, As you triumphantly march and excitedly leave And turn your backs and fart in Europe's general direction Perhaps it's time for a general election, Where no one will turn out to vote A political squeeze and grabbing of throats. You've sucked the life out of the people you serve, Enjoy your special place in hell, It may be just what you de

Brexshite You can argue all you like But Brexit has been utter shite For one and all in this disunited land This Disunited Kingdom, land of hope and glory An unmitigated shambles, painted in colours Tory Strong and stable, take back control Close all the borders, and away you go Back to your countries and EU homes Freedom not to move, not to roam Within these lands bordered by Dover's Cliffs of White I'll say it again Brexit has been utter shite And it is not

EU What?! (A Brexit Forecast) No more full English fry ups in the sun No more beach burned bodies and Costa Brava fun They'll shut all the pubs and ban all the trips To John Smith's British Caff for the best fish 'n' chips No more Chateau or Castillo or magnificent Schloss No more lounging by the pool in an Algarve villa, what a loss! No more nipping over the Channel for daytrip thrills No more piling the van high with cheap plonk, fags and Pils An end to free m

Cheesed Off Let's Brexit, Exit Let's leave please. Ah, but no more cheese From France or Greece. No more Brie or Gouda Gorgonzola or Feta Yet you think Life outside the EU Will be infintely better? (I don't even eat cheese) #Brexit #Britain #Europe #politics #socialcomment

Brexit Signposts Follow us We'll show you the way Follow us Just listen to what we say Follow us And believe all the news Follow us And don't challenge our views Follow us It'll be worth the lies, deceit and the cost Follow us But whichever way we Brexit, you'll end up lost _____________________________ Ever get the feeling whichever politician you follow, you will always end up lost? end up lost and confused by the directions they take? #brexit #politics #Brita

Brexit Britain Break Up (We're sorry Europe) We've got ourselves in a right old twist As we rage and rant and endlessly persist, That leave we must from our European ties. And therein they think the solution lies. To ditch the doubtful Germans, With their absolute wurst position And unravel the spaghetti mess of the Italian vision. To polish off the Polish and No longer appease the Dutch, Turn our backs on the Belgians, the Spanish, the Danes, the Greeks and the