Conservomit

‘Twas Brexit, and the Tory gnomes
Did gambol in the eventime:
All greedsy in their second homes,
Povation made a crime.

‘Beware the Cameron’, they said
‘the Osborne’s stare, the Gore that stings.
Beware the blondel Chubchub bird
When pompily he sings.’

She took her stilstud shoe in hand
Long time the fuhrerpost in sight
Then flaunced her maggie through the land
Proclaiming day was night.

One, two! One, two! And through and through
She tried to kilter Corbyn’s beard
But nothing could remove it, though
Its policies – to some – were weird.

‘Theresa, has thou slain the J?’
The sycolytes demanded then
‘And when will Europe disappear?’
No answer came there from Big Ben.

‘Twas Brexit, and the Tory gnomes
Did gambol in the eventime:
All greedsy in their second homes,
Povation still a crime.