And, in a lighter vein, from the pen of Richard Medrington, seen on FarceBook this morning...

An Absurd poem for absurd times

JABBERMOGGY

"Twas brexig, and the slithy gove
    Strategically supported may.
All chumsy were the boris-moves:
    The country’s fate looked grey.

Beware the Jabbermogg my friends!
    Beware the phobious Eeyahrgee!
They pout and spout for their own ends
    And not for you and me.

Dressed in their daily cloaks of mail
    And breastplates of hypocrisy,
They masquerade on Question Time
    As guardians of democracy.

They sing, “Britannia waives the rules!”
    They want to take us back in time
To days that never did exist
    Save in their mothballed minds.

“No deal! No deal!” their reckless spiel,
    “Procure more ships and call their bluff!
Make Brussells wait; no-go-tiate
    Until they’ve had enough.”

Hast thou a plan, O Jabbermogg?
    An actual plan, that we can quote?
‘Cos if you don’t, we hope you won’t
    Oppose a People’s Vote.

‘Twas brexig, and the slithy gove
    Strategically supported may.
All chumsy were the boris-moves:
    The country’s fate looked grey."

Apologies to Lewis Carroll. Thanks to Elspeth Murray for help with word-wrangling and image-mashing.