Double, double toil and trouble,
Gove and Johnson in a huddle!
Israel or Tehran – wha’ever --
Mike and Boris, back together,
Boil up their hard-Brexit magic!
Should be comic, but it’s tragic
How they hover here and there
Through the fog and filthy air.
Each no more the other’s rival
all they want’s their own survival.
Let that woman Nazanin --
Only half a Brit, it seems --
Rot in jail, and as for Priti,
Well, of course, it is a pity,
But her fall’s a handy veil
To mask our Bojo’s latest fail.
Daft woman! How was he to know
That journalism in Iran’s no-go?
We do love him -- the rascal – but
That mouth should sometimes be taped shut!
Lies, damned lies and obfuscation
They think will still deceive the nation,
And so the dream team reconvenes
To stir the pot, e’en if it means
Scuppering their lovechild, Brexit –
Gods! What will they ruin nexit?
© Mandy Macdonald
Mandy Macdonald lives in Aberdeen, trying to make sense of the 21st century. Music, poetry and gardening keep her sane. Her poems appear here and there in print and online.