Pity that the sun ain't stronger
Barely 10 degrees at noon
But once again I spoke too soon...
It's April but May* goes for June
A snap election; now there's room
To make a change to status quo
But which way will the voters go?
The conundrum that is BREXIT means
Some nifty footwork behind screens
It's shifting sands time once again
The Powers-That-Be on a tight rein...
The island people have a chance
To change the leader of the dance!
I mark in bright red pen the date
The 8th of June will seal our fate!
(c) Poet in the woods 2017
* Prime Minister Teresa May
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