Crapperwocky

I've had a good response to my invitation for guest poems and stories.
(see come on over). First out of the blocks was Sue Barnard, with this
unashamedly political version of Jabberwocky. Fans of Brexit look 
away now! 

Crapperwocky
 
’Twas Brexit, and the slithy Gove 
 did drone and prattle all the while; 
 All creepy were the Rees-Mogg’s leer 
 and the Farage’s smile. 
  
 Beware the Brexitbus, my friends – 
 the figures lie, the words deceive: 
 “A fortune for the NHS” 
 to tempt you to vote Leave. 
  
 Beware the immigration meme, 
 the poster that incites to hate, 
 the promise to “take back control”,
 the lies exposed – too late. 
  
 As Leavers gloat, Remainers weep. 
 The country can do naught but fall. 
 Meanwhile, the snarky Maybot 
 seeks a way to please them all. 
  
 “This is my deal,” the Maybot cries, 
 “Trade, backstop, and passports of blue! 
 Three times I set it forth to you; 
 therefore, it must be true.” 
  
 Cockwombles all refuse to see
 the UK dying at a stroke,
 and turn deaf ears as through the land
 six million cry: “Revoke!” 
  
 "Oh loathsome day!” the red-tops scream 
 when Leaving Day doth come and go. 
 “Tusk, Tusk! What will befall us now?” 
 Response: “We do not know.” 
  
 And all the while the Cameron 
 (creator of this clusterfuck)
 writes memoirs in his garden shed. 
 As if we give a **. 
  
 ’Twas Brexit, and the slithy Gove
  did drone and prattle all the while; 
 All creepy were the Rees-Mogg’s leer 
 and the Farage’s smile. 

pic: Bulverton 2016