THE BREXIT BEAST - AFTER THE JABBERWOCKY: LEWIS CARROLL.

A poem by

Murray Lachlan Young (30/06/016).

'Twas Britain, and the slithy Gove
Did gyre and gimble with the May:
All mimsy was the Bozzagrove,
And Corbyn raithes laid graves.

'Beware the Brexit-beast, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Farage bird, and shun,
The frumious Junkersnatch!'

He took his Merkel sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought,
And found the referendum tree,
And stood a while in thought.

And, as in uffish mood he stood,
The Brexit beast, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the UKIP woods,
And burbled as it came !

Forty eight ! Fifty two ! And through and through,
His Merkel blade went Snicker-snack !
And in his head he thought it dead,
Thus went galumphing back.

'And hast thou slain the Brexit beast ?
Look to the polls, my sqeamish son !
Oh frabjous day ! Callooh ! Calais !'
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas Britain and the slithy Gove,
Did gyre and gimble with the May:
All mimsy was the Bozzagrove,
And the Corbyn raithes laid graves.