The post you are reporting:
This is Great Britain controlling her border,
Leaving the Czech and the Lisbon order,
Goodbye Single Market, farewell ECJ,
Tata Customs union, vows Mrs T May,
Pulling up drawbridge, a watershed time:
We could all be doomed or we could be just fine.
Triggering 50 before we’re much older
Dishing out Brussels a proper cold shoulder,
A gadarene train on a bufferless track
To frictionless exit and no looking back.
Leaves and Remains are full of reproaches
Arguing still about slogans on coaches.
MPs dare not turn her course
They search for clues with fingers crossed.
Until at last the vote’s enforced -
Richer or poorer.. we’re getting divorced!
Norway - no thanks! Transfer of banks
Oh such a pity says Whittington’s city
24 months for negotiations
To clear out laws and forge relations,
And bring back Customs declarations
For all our trade with all the nations
And slam the door on net migration.
Pound in your pocket - launched like a rocket.
Markets emerging, confidence surging,
Betters who say we’re the place to enlarge in
Betters on duties absorbed in the margin,
Betters that industry has what it takes
If it gets just a smidgen of off-shore tax breaks.
Jabberwok pundits of every hue,
The purple, the yellow, the red and the blue,
Repeating convictions of what life will be
In a green hopeful land in its own azure sea
Psychic economists, the ‘playing it long’
The die is now cast, so what can go wrong?
