The Jakereeswocky
Twas Brexit and the slimey goves
Did fox and farage through the glade
All soubry were the whittingdales
And the moom raabs mcveyed...
The lips that sneer, the snide top hat!
Beware the E.R.G. and spurn
The malthouse Boristwat!”
She took her Javid sword in hand
And grieved it on a leadsome tree
Until it gavinwilliamsoned
In shards beneath a D.U.P.
Past bogs of murdoch, wherein shanks
Of I.D.S had rothermered
Along the arron banks
Ti, while in dacred gloom she sulked
The Jakereeswock with tommy mane
Did spit his spats into her eye
And then did it again
Their backstops clarked and hannoned there
Until no one who’d won or what
And no one else did care
“And hast thou slain the Jakereeswock?”
“I think I’ve made clear”, she replied,
“When daviddavising a rudd
The backstops corbynied!”
Did fox and farage through the glade.
All Tory was this fucking mess
And the moom raabs mcveyed.
after Lewis Carrol, obviously...