Oh to be in England
Now the EU’s there
And if folk don’t wake in England
We’ll find some morning unaware
That the wars we fought to keep our ways
Were just a rather awkward phase.
While the Chaffinch song from the orchard bough
Sounds different – now.
Post referendum – What then follows?
The Project builds and England swallows.
The blossomed Pear Tree in the hedge
Computer-consigned to the chipper;
Grubbed out by a hedge-fund’s leverage:
No fire, no smoke, no cheese, no kipper.
And do not long for bygone days’ recapture
It’s done and dusted. Give in folks – they trapped yer.
And though the fields look just as days of yore
Glyphosate and GM hold much in store.
Soon Buttercups will gutter – and go out;
Old England snuffed, to blighty EU clout.
Barrie Singleton
