I scan the news and soon despair
It seems our leaders do not care
To do what's right; quite au contraire
The outlook's bleak
Blonde-headed maybe, they're not fair
Fed up perhaps with wear and tear
What if Parliament's not there
As from this week?
BREXIT, back stop - Irish mist
Remainers, angry, shake a fist
Another deadline to be missed?
Who stirs the pot?
Like witches on that blasted Heath*
Murky happenings underneath
Who's got the bit between their teeth?
We're in – or not?
Viewed by the cameras in uproar
MPs quickly take the floor
Clause Fifty – never tried before;
They're all at pains
To get a new deal, come what may
Plans proposed now start to fray
As Boris cannot get his way
So chaos reigns ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2019
* Macbeth not Edward (!)
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