The vote it wasn’t sure They step into the fray
The markets, they will quake The Euro schemes will mean doomsday
Some wanted just to leave but the banks just bluff
The dread it held steady While a nut, he crossed the line
The fog was implying That poor Jo Cox hated plan
As he growled, rescind As he scowled, rescind
They’ll hold the reaper back Keep up Euro fight
Could be the pols mining Like salesmen in plight
He knelt, was feeling Reeling, squealing appealing bans with fluff
England spars whining, pining Don’t rebuff
Planned on the docket Linger on the deal
Olde Bristol stayed ready To part or to heal
Who is leading, pleading Bleeding, ceding ‘bout this stuff
The gruff, or a muff Bout this stuff It’s tough We’ve had enough?
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