I’d just spent the morning tidying up the garden and as the sun came out my thoughts turned to a catchy tune:
Then I found myself eyeing up the wife’s dog, ( it was almost lunch time):
I must have dozed off and when I awoke I had this running through my mind, loosely connected with the above video tune!
Post Brexit treats!
Frogs legs in aspic,
Snails in a stew,
Feast like our French friends,
When Brexit is through.
Cats tails, (the Manx’s love ‘em),
Can be eaten with rice,
Slugs from the garden?
Not very nice.
Bratwurst made from bad kids,
May be loaded with grease,
Are not recommended to eat,
If you’re already obese.
We could always cull Haggis,
If we run out of food,
Or have neaps and taties all year,
With a lots of waffle from Holyrood.
Nessie’s never been caught,
But could provide many steaks,
Put on a kilt and chase her,
She could provide lots of fish cakes,
After a diet like this,
You’ll need to swallow some pills,
Instead munch grass like animals do,
To cure all your ills.
Also catnip and camomile,
With plenty of ginger imbue,
Could help your digestion,
Then see it all through,
Not some of my favourite things, I admit,
But after Brexit, things could be changed,
These suggestions are to tackle them,
And not to become too deranged!
What about fuel shortages you may ask?
I need to find a dark room to consider this now,
Shanks pony, a broomstick, or an old sow,
Eureka!....... Pop up the road and find a fast cow!
(It was rather hot in the sun today!
