optimistically rallying non-defeatist rhyme
Waste of space Mr Johnson
your hopes to win were born dead
so why do you go on butting brexit walls
with your empty straw-covered head?
Can't you see the E.U. is determined to
offer only NO DEAL!
because of you, Britain could become
one huge food banking nation
it's trading life blood's congeal
Though we did not run rabbit run from Adolfs, swastika'd threats
you are gambling 'that' pride away
on your bigtime losing bet.
Our U.K. body must not be allowed to wither
nor our reputation become damaged and mocked by other countries world-wide
it isn't too late to bolt our stable door
the horse of success is still there inside.
Come forth England's politician bowmen
help us repeat an Agincourt type victory
and a Nelsonesque new P.M. to save this sceptred Isle's
trading armada from sinking into the sea.
For retained is our Battle of Britain Spitfire gritted spirit
forever stored our defiant Dunkirk miraculous will
and Saint George is a-coming sword wielding to make a no-deal dragon kill.
King Arthur is no longer sleeping
he will respond to our call
lead this Desert Rat ghosted country
to where it can again stand proud and tall.
Fare thee well then Great Britain
to those words shall be lent not one single ear
our hearts are RED WHITE AND BLUE!
NOT! the colour of FEAR!