An Ode to Brexit

Wanting out is becoming all the rage. Since the British folk voted to leave the EU, several other nations within that infernal 'Bloc' have expressed the wish to leave too. Of course their expressions were in furrin' tongues and so far not in verse.  We know little of what and how they feel, apart from anger at being stuck in the mire of the Brussels bureaucrats.

But into the Tavern the other evening came Adrian, a poet, although unofficial.  He had an ode as per the thoughts and feelings of the 'Sir Humphrey's' that will have to do all the civil servant work that they so enjoy.

To the tune of ' A Policeman's Lot'. You all know it of course.

A civil servant’s lot is not a happy one

Now that Brexit (which means Brexit) has begun.

We’ll brace ourselves for tussles

With the Eurocrats in Brussels

While our work back home in Britain goes undone.

Liam Fox had us mug up on EU Law

It’s all in foreign, badly written and a bore.

Red tape not of our making

Is one biscuit we hate taking

But unpicking every treaty is a chore.

We’ll be decades at the table without pause

Going over every paragraph and clause

And it’s absolutely vital

We win power back for Whitehall

Where Theresa May will get all the applause.

A civil servant’s vote was likely for remain

So as we make the best of Brexit feel our pain

As we all puff up like jingo

Mock their cultures and their lingo

And prepare for war with France, Germany and Spain

(Again)

Drinks all around.

(Not tea) 
(exceptions made for Sir Humphrey Appleby, GCB, KBE, MVO, MA (Oxon)

Pax