Charles M. Flett
Deal or no Deal
PM's initial job's just brutal carnage!
Cabinet re-shuffle's ruthless dealing,1
He promises we'll have "New Golden Age",
Ranting speech2 leaves Opposition reeling.
Jean Claude et al3 phone for a friendly chat,
They state that Irish Back Stop's set in stone,
These friendly chats sound anything but that,
New UK deal the EU wont condone!
Rebelling Members hatch cross-party plot,
Led by Philip H. and Sir Keir Starmer,4
To vote down "Brexit" if deal comes to naught,
Election follows with PM's departure?
BJ meets up with Scotland's Nicky S,5
To have a tête à tête in braw Bute House,
She tells him straight his "Brexit" plan's a mess,
He leaves by back door like a timorous mouse!6
Boris then goes on a trip to Belfast,
Enjoys a private meal with DUP,7
Other parties8 get his no deal forecast,
For them hard border smacks of lunacy!
His trip to Newport, Wales does not go well,
Welsh farmers fear the worst if no deal's done,
Lib Dems in Brecon make it worse to tell,9
Reducing Tory Commons lead to one!
Gordon Brown voiced loud his fearful trauma,10
"No deal spells disaster for the Union,
Leading to the breakup of Britannia,
Britishness no more than an illusion".
Our leading science role will soon be gone,
Loss of funding looms as no deal hastens,
"Gone are the days when we could stand alone,
We needs be part of larger group of nations".11
Trump asserts we're "first in line for trade deal",
Sends Bolton12 over with his cunning ploy,
His true intent for now he won't reveal,
'Til chicken, chlorine-washed, ours to enjoy!13
Then House of Reps, Pelosi14 states with gloom,
Democrats will give trade deals the thumbsdown,
If Irish border troubles should resume-
Resulting in Good Friday peace's breakdown?
PM's Teutonic trip to talk to Merkel,
States soft Irish border would be tragic,
But deal requires that Boris squares that circle,
Thirty days to work his "Brexit" magic!
The next day15 Boris visits gay Paree,
Meets France's Macron for a fireside chat,
French stance the same as German's? - "Oh mais oui",
Were it cricket, then their shout'd be "Howzat!"