THE IN OUT OKY COKY

Get out, get out, fat Boris shouts
hear hear, hear hear, Nigel eagerly spouts,
they're the one's who shout the loudest,
and say of Britain we're the proudest. 

The likes of him and mate Farage
 dismiss folks genuine fears
after all he'll still afford
 his taste in fancy beers. 
 
They extole last century values
worshipping shit covered idols,
these marble has beens on a plinth.
Share the park with Peter Pan 
and gayly prancing Nymph.
  
On bended knee, they fervently plea
 to someone they're unable to see  
 watch over, our beloved Queens
 extended family.

As Farage and retro haired Boris
wind up their lets get out rant
  hoping this isle, stays pleasantly green
and be never described as verdant.
 They spew historical bollocks
 praise dispicable gone monarchs.

Each week a brand new hospital !!
 Nigel lustily screams
he doesn't say 
we'd save as much scrapping nuclear submarines
and might as well while at it, get rid of useless Kings and Queens 
he should look into his history book
and since world war one discover
the British have been warring
at some theatre or another.
 each and every twelve months
 of the recent century past.
Must we leave 
and chance lose prospects
 of enduring peace at last. 

Not one month in those hundred years
went without a fight
the flower of our English youth
cut down in shiny boots
to feed some obscure trading war's
economic roots

If we were forward thinking and to stay in
 all said yes 
we'd have twenty eight potential
future adversaries less.
Never more to see in an English field 
 a bloodstained axe by a dented sheild.

The modern EU invader
 treads ancestors undefined grave
as did his ilk before him,
swarmed in wave upon wave
 he's not lately a blood thirsty savage.
looking to rape and ravage.
Instead he adapts his belligerent crouch.
to pick 
broccoli and cabbage.
  
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It stands to sense that as prosperity builds and spreads throughout the European Community, the small economic nomadic groups will eventually drift back whence they originated to enjoy the standards of living we in these islands have un-appreciated for so long. 
Leaving us to harvest our own turnips?