The Ballad of Brexit

The Ballad of Brexit

They’ve banned the salsa in Stretford

Stopped pasta in Heaton Moor

They’ve put a full cork on prosecco

As part of the First Brexit War.

 

No pizzas allowed now in Burnage,

Chopped Salami in Cheetham Hill.

Bratwurst are now quite forbidden,

For fear Krauts may make us quite ill.

 

Olives are spiked now in Chorlton,

 Spaghetti is banned in Moss Side,

Pulled the ring on tango in Trafford

Europhile Manchester’s died.

 

In Didsbury there’s no more tapas,

Fallowfield makes no faux pas

Withington’s no longer chic

Summat’s not je ne sais quoi.

 

The coffee scenario’s shocking

No lattes or mochas no more.

Baristas no worthy profession

Black or white is now the law.

Cul de sacs are now forgotten,

As dead end culture takes hold,

Be proud of your great country England,

The motto which now we are sold.

 

Without Chopin or Bach or Beethoven,

Or Abba’s sweet Euro pop,

A WASPISH life’s not worth living,

When foreignness we seek to stop.

 

We are a nation of migrants,

Four tribes once invaded our shores,

Then Norsemen were followed by Normans,

That blood makes the Three Lions roar.

 

So I’m bidding adieu to this Britain,

It’s broken (kaput?), so a bientot

Ciao to the racists and bigots,

To those who can only say no.

 

Let’s make Britain great once again,

The mantra which looks to the past,

But acceptance and love for each other

Are virtues so easily lost.

 

◄ Finders Keepers

Grim up North? ►

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Paul Sayer

Mon 23rd Dec 2019 15:18

Right on the money MC.

Great piece of poetry Mike... Plenty of stuff in 2020 to keep all the poets and lyric writers going. I am looking forward to reading your take on things as we venture on our chosen path of what is, truly uncharted waters.

Po

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 23rd Dec 2019 12:05

Note -
The EU (masquerading as "Europe") likes to flex its political muscles
It's merely a question of whether you want the UK run by Brussels?

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Don Matthews

Mon 23rd Dec 2019 07:09

Sheesh! you sound in a bad way over there Mike.....

You don't mention cappuccino's off the menu. Thalia (my Muse of Mirth) drinks Earl Grey (sips ladylike from a china teacup). How British can you get? Seems she's safe. My coffee could be on the iffy list.....

We wait and see what comes out in the wash.....

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