‘Events Dear Boy’ as Mac never said
While terrorists fill my heart with dread
It’s 10 pm and the Polls are closed
Sprawled on the sofa, there I dozed
Events . . .
Time to sit up and take a note
Find out what happened, to my vote
Events . . .
The Exit Poll is coming now
See where we voted and how
Events . . .
Looks like it’s HUNG, I just knew
The panicky emails, they just grew
Events . . .
She was the Home Sec. And now the P.M.
‘Events’ come to haunt her from way back then
Events . . .
The rot set in with their manifesto
They spouted it out, with such gusto
Events . . .
‘Oops, perhaps we made a mistake’
Have a deep breath, for a ‘Second Take’
Events . . .
Far too late, that horse has BOLTED
Now they are looking severely JOLTED
Events . . .
Now ‘The Prat’ has a big fat grin
Waiting to see his votes coming in
Events . . .
Can’t watch any more, I’m off to bed
Wake in the morning. A feeling of dread
Events . . .
The Brexit we wanted is going to be tougher
Life, as we expected, is going to be rougher
We knew the ‘Jam’ was never there
But even ‘Hope’ is now thin air

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