(With apologies to Lewis Carroll)
`Twas Draghi, and the eurorogues
Did game and gamble with your wage:
All wimpy were the Borisgoves,
But for the meme’s wraith Farage.
Beware the Junckerwock, my son!
The jaws that drink, the hands that slap!
Beware the Merkel bird, and shun
The fulminous Verhofstadt!”
He took his votal sword in hand:
Long time the Euro foe he sought —
So rested he by the referendum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in offish thought he stood,
The Junckerwock, with eyes of flame,
Came minging through the Belgian wood,
And farted as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The votal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went Gallupping back.
“And, hast thou slain the Junckerwock?
Come to my arms, my Brexit boy!
O fabulous day! Hurrah! UK!’
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brilliant, as the slimy toads
Did groan and grumble in their grave:
All mumsy were the Borisgoves,
As they waved goodbye to Dave.
