And so this is eX Ministerial Accord Season
Can it possibly be true
How the twelve months flew
Really twenty-four have passed
In terror of being outcast
Since that dire vote to leave
The parties it seems must all deceive
Mindless of the real cost
All thoughts of governance long lost
So the lady May survive
Gainst all that ministers contrive
Regardless of the pundits' sense
Ever blind to the expense
Ever deaf to all advice
Trading on the word SUFFICE
In spirit, at the very least
No agreement, no hope, no feast
Giving us Brexit as a path to tread
Stupid Woman, someone said
M.C. Newberry
Thu 20th Dec 2018 14:32
Good seasonal acrostic. But the politicians saw fit to deceive their
people in the last few decades so let them sort out the result of
their own deceit...and be quick about it!