So now we’re out, what will we do?

For I don’t know, and nor do you;

When will it be and who will lead?

And all the while we’ve mouths to feed.

Will money still keep coming in?

Or does the hardship soon begin?

Will we all still keep our jobs,

Or unemployment breed great mobs?

Will borders now become secure,

Or will uncertainty endure?

And what of travel? Can we go

To fly to Spain on that jumbo?

Or will the price just rise and soar

Until it costs us too much more?

There’s much we need to do ‘ere then

To work out how, and what, and when.

We need someone to show a lead,

Prioritise the country’s need;

Someone to go the extra mile

In service of our sceptred isle.

An outward looking Anglophile

To manage our Euro exile.

Although we didn’t all agree,

The vote was plain for all to see;

Democracy has spoken clear,

And we must all move on from here.

Where we end up, who will know?

But in the end, we chose to go.