What a pretty pickle you’ve got us into, Dave,
with all our politicians running in circles.
Macmillan’s night of the long knives had nothing on this.
They stabbed you, then stabbed each other,
but it’s the British people who are the walking wounded.
The big blonde bimbo tousled his hair,
guffawed, and told us a bunch of porky-pies.
None of you reacted that way when you accused Fred Goodwin
or Philip Green of misleading customers.
So, one rule for business and another for politics, is it?
Gove alienated the teachers
but is deluded enough to suggest he can unite the country.
Meanwhile Juncker is chortling into his Belgian beer
delighted that he won’t have to face Farage
and can now get on with federalising Europe.
Hollande is delighted to say au revoir to les rosbifs,
though nervous that if he turns his back for a moment
he might be stabbed by Madame le Pen.
“Let them eat their fish and chips,” roar the Spanish,
while Headmistress Merkel wags her finger and tells her boys
“not to be nasty to Britain”.
Your legacy’s not so hot now,
is it, Dave?
You took us to the cliff, stepped back then did a runner,
like the rest of them.
Should your epitaph read
“He left the country in total chaos”?