Thursday, 30 March 2017

Died in the Wool!

How practised is the web we weave
When we unpick our EU sleeve
To the task we bend our heads
The twists and turns break many threads.

It's a muddle this new skein of wool
We try to get it straight and pull
To flatten out those awkward tangles
But knots are legion – endless wrangles!

So many loose ends, where to start?
We tug the fraying ends apart
These early setbacks cause us grief
We have no ministerial brief.

How to design a pattern new
When the raw material just won't do?
Like the old adage - it is clear
No silk purse comes from this sow's ear!

(c) Poet in the woods 2017


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