Jabberlotsy - nonsense from 2016

Jabberlotsy!

‘Twas Junig, and the slimy coves
Did grunt and gamble in the range;
All flimsy were the borisgoves,
And the remainants outrage.


“Beware the brexiteer, my son!
The laws that smite, the clause that can’t!
Beware the cameron bird, and shun
The tumultuous osbournant!”


He took his votal board in hand:
Long time the correctious course he sought -
So watched, did he, the BBC,
And stood awhile in thought.


As in ignorish thought he stood,
The brexiteer, with lies of shame,
Came waffling through the neighbourhood,
And garbled as it came!


One two! One two! And through and through
The votal pen went criss and cross!
He hung his head, and went to bed
With doubt and inner cost.


“And is though’st the bane of the brexiteer?
Come to my arms, oh squeamish boy!
O craptious day! Farage! Wahey!
He chortled in his joy.


‘Twas Junig, and the slimy coves
Did grunt and gamble in the range;
All flimsy were the borisgoves,
And the remainants outrage.