Poetic interlude

Bojowocky – after Lewis Carroll

’Twas Brexit, and the slithy Gove

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the Tory toves,

And the May’s slough outgrabe.

 

“Beware the Eurobloc, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that slay!

Beware the Donald Tusk, and shun

The frumious Barnier!”

 

He took his bafflegab in hand;

Long time the Franc zone foe he sought—

So rested he, blonde tresses free

And stood awhile in thought.

 

And, as in toffish thought he stood,

The Eurobloc, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the Belgian wood,

And burbled as it came!

 

Bah, pish! Piffle whish! Yah boo to you

The bafflegab went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

 

“And hast thou slain the Eurobloc?

Come to my arms, my British boy!

No Farage day! Corbyn’s dismay!”

He chortled in his joy.

 

’Twas Brexit, and the slithy Gove

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the Tory toves,

And the May’s slough outgrabe.