Sonnet: Forty-Eight Letters

Forty-Eight letters that’s all it will take,

To topple a giant with no mandate,

And a heart full of selfishness and hate.

Who would rather her people never wake,


Her ill-thought plan an untested half-bake,

Her appetite for greed will never sate.

Isn’t it time to make the Torries wait?

Why are we rushing in for goodness sake?


Some decisions need consideration,

We cannot rush head first into darkness,

Burning ancient bridges as we exit.

So if after careful moderation,

We find the awful offer is heartless,

Then stand united and help end Brexit.

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