(Is he busy?)

 

 You look a 50’s-style beatnik

Appealing to modern day youth;

You set out your stall as a leader

Not frightened of speaking the truth.

 

They voted for you in their thousands

They thought that they’d got it sussed

A man who would speak for The Many

The man in whom they could trust.

 

But where do you go to, my lovely

When awkwardness raises its head?

The rallies “The Left Against Brexit”

Have organised all stay unled.

 

You managed to get to Tunisia

Attending those conference talks

But find it a bit inconvenient

To turn up at Bristol or York.

 

So where do you go to, my lovely?

You’re AWOL, let it be said;

“Where’s Jezza?” Remainers are asking

When Brexit raises its head.

 

I’ve heard all your pontifications

On Brexit there’s little of worth

In interviews when on the telly

You give it a bloody wide berth.

 

So where do you go to, my lovely?

Has Jezza vanished and fled?

“Where’s Jezza” Remainers are asking

“When Brexit raises its head?”