Trading Places
Europe is an estranged and foreign land,
Its Union designed to deprive the free
British of their glorious sovereignty:
But then the moment came to make a stand.
A simple vote is all that was involved,
Plus four years of vitriol and rancour,
Until Britannia finally upped anchor
And the ties that bind were, at last, dissolved.
Now with power firmly in the national grip,
New economic arrangements are planned,
Tying trade to the Comprehensive and
Progressive Trans-Pacific Partnership.
Although the furniture’s been rearranged,
For all the bluster and bile, nothing’s changed.
D. A.
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