`Twas brexit, and the tory coves
conspired the leadership to grab
All flimsy were the Boris-Goves
And the May-wrath outCrabb.
conspired the leadership to grab
All flimsy were the Boris-Goves
And the May-wrath outCrabb.
"Beware the Referwonks, my son!
Seek not to jaw of laws mismatch!
Beware the Ukip bund, and shun
The farragous Pandersnitch!"
He took his Corbyl sword in hand:
Long time the marxist's foe he sought --
So rested he by the SunScum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in whutnuxt thought he stood,
The Pe-el-Pe with eyes of flame,
Came waffling through the Lobbyley wood,
And backbit as it came!
One, two! One, two! but though twice through
The Corbyl blade went snicker-snack!
It had two faces on its head
And just came blairing back.
"What backbit by the Pe-el-Pe?
When Referwonks are seen to rove?
It might still have been worse, you see
The Boris, fell at it's own Gove!
(Corbyl sword suggested by Dave Stone)
Seek not to jaw of laws mismatch!
Beware the Ukip bund, and shun
The farragous Pandersnitch!"
He took his Corbyl sword in hand:
Long time the marxist's foe he sought --
So rested he by the SunScum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in whutnuxt thought he stood,
The Pe-el-Pe with eyes of flame,
Came waffling through the Lobbyley wood,
And backbit as it came!
One, two! One, two! but though twice through
The Corbyl blade went snicker-snack!
It had two faces on its head
And just came blairing back.
"What backbit by the Pe-el-Pe?
When Referwonks are seen to rove?
It might still have been worse, you see
The Boris, fell at it's own Gove!
(Corbyl sword suggested by Dave Stone)
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