Qui Est-Ce? / Guess Who?
Nutella Nigella, your Pater has audacity far thicker than blood
Mixed with water and palm oil and gathered in the gutter
Such hypocrisy to mutter about tiresome hoops
Of bureaucracy he may have to haul his arse through
Watches his nuts as he jumps, palm-oiled and bright red as a propaganda bus
That suggests money saved from Europe could go to the NHS
Oh whore-brandy, weak scarlet-mouthed rock shandy-dandy
Piss-taker extraordinaire, serpent-tongue brass shiner
Slop-deliverer of rank duplicity, Baboon-arsed quackery
And slime-lipped pecksniffery of the highest merit
Utter Cant. May your carte de séjour receive no rubber stamp
And please purchase your Nutella from the Britain you wanted
No single market nuts, free movement or customs union trust
And enough forms to fill in to make even a French person blush
(Love never ends) We’ll always be together
Together in Brexit dreams
Words by the editor.
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