Hail glorious St Brexit.so  bad for our isle.

The Pope sings along.Or is it the poet?
Thank you for the rude remark.I have got you in my sights.
My husband heated my words
I made myself happy by studying a live sentence
Where are the men when we feel them?
They are waiting for our partitions.
It’s Purgatory.It’s cool
What did you say your game was?
Hail glorious St Brexit.so  bad for our isle.

Still,tarry a while…maybe you will tone down
Will Brexit convect it?
She got a master’s degree in  packing insults for export.
Did you get lit?
Say but the word and my sole shall be heeled
Who mends shoes nowadays?
Popes  don’t polish.No,they heal
And  says God ,thou shalt Remain.
Is God in Europe still?That is surprise.
England needs  a sovereign vagrant.
To God’s fear we will say naught.
My identity is being human.
I will wash your  torn bare feet.
Jesus wants  me to Remain here,
Far from Brexits so displayed.
Hail glorious St Spastic..dear saint for the Isle
That’s not pc.
How ironic can one get?
If I need to spend a penny ,
I agree  that I  have paid
Satire is dead.
And I  tell you in this country
You are free to get  eggs laid.
St Brexit, vexed it.
The Remains  are away.Just for the Day
We like St Elastic best.St George was a Turkish Jew or Roman
.Jesus was a Jew too. 160% or so.
What, a coincidence?
I have paranoia now.Is there a vaccine?
Hi,Maxine.Come on in, we are eating our words and our swords and anything else we can grab.