EU referendum, brexit and the aftermath

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Twas the night before Brexit, And all through the land, Racist penises
stirring, In gammony hand.

The foreigners leaving, And with them our jobs, To placate Michael
Gove, And the ERG knobs.

As Nigel Farage, Posts some bollocks on Twitter, GDP spirals down, A
red, white and blue shitter.

A bastardy man, With a wide, greasy head, Set this shitfire ablaze,
Then fucked off to his shed.

Whilst tum-tum-te-tumming, A jolly old ditty, He wanks himself dry, To
‘Babe: Pig In The City’.

His replacement was evil, A horrible chancer, As pleasant as piles,
And as welcome as cancer.

She fashioned a deal, That her party just hated, Despite its
resemblance, To that which they fêted.

Happen ‘twasn’t her deal, But her tits and vagina, That caused all her
‘friends’, To so roundly malign her.

“That’s not Brexit!” they cried, As they stabbed at her back, “Step
aside now and let, Someone else have a crack.”

Enter Johnson stage right, And stage far right at that, An incompetent
racist, Belligerent twat.

“Here’s my deal,” he declared, With a shit-eating grin, “But don’t
look too closely, At what lies within.”

“It’s entirely the same, In so many respects, As that you despise, And
with sim’lar effects.”

“We love it!” they cried, And this may seem unfair, But he had a
penis, Which made them not care.

A general election, He won at a canter, With fridge-hiding fuckery,
Phone theft and ‘banter’.

So now our bed’s made, And avoidably shat, By a spindly, monocled,
Aristocrat.

Enjoy your blue passports, And shit fifty pees, Happy Brexit, you
cunts, Say goodbye to nice cheese.