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

*BREXIT


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