This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
Has done worse lateley, methinks by fools-
Westminster breeds dem, Brexiteers all!
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Brick by brick undone, -‘mendment they call it,
These jackals in for kill, and by law too!
Shall leave no stone, Boris in gold’locks
Alderman, grab what you can from shambles;
It cost you lies and loss of manhood, so stuff-
Before Nigel runs in with wrecking crew
His grinning fleer, I loath say spells zero.
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear’d by their breed, and famous by their birth…
Benny