The year is 2020,
And we’re past the age of plenty;
Our Brexit we have scuppered
And our trade deal’s in the gutter;
Streets froth with violent hooligans
Who loved the European Union.
May submits her resignation-
Boris now will rule the nation.
And as we face grim indigence,
He suggests we all stay vigilant:
Cloak your purse and hide your wallet
(Police cuts mean we won’t find who stole it).
But the PM has a trick up his sleeve,
A ploy to get the masses back on Team Leave:
First, a trip abroad, to woo the ancient Nubian,
Followed by Britain’s application to the African Union.