A wheatfield-running shepherdess,
Affected handbags nonetheless.
We knew, though, one thing she was fleeing -
The slightest risk of dangerous being.
Offloading our emancipation,
Refusing self-determination,
And abdicating for us all
Autonomy to Euro-thrall.
Responsibility eschewed
And Freedom - feared - in desuetude.
Evasion sought, inaction prized
Where agency is paralysed.
Of leaving she made heavy weather
In trying to 'bring us all together.'
Neurotically, a tepid crowd
Hoped she'd sustain their being cowed.
Assembled Members doffed their powers,
Magnanimous, they made them ours,
By Father Thames, received results,
Summarily we're christened dolts.
And great Lord Sumption castigated
The winning side - 'It's undebated!'
The House that gave us plebiscites
Should seize from plebs those proffered rights!
Uprise blond Boris on Gabriel's wing!
Equivocation shunned, a hated thing!
Bring light and life and hope's new purpose!
Let Brussels and Strasbourg no more usurp us!
Free coffined souls from action's tomb!
Apology's chains shatter in the prison room!
Rejoice that we're allowed to be,
That thought and wit once more are free!
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