From a Comfortable Climatologist

You surely didn't think, you proles, that I would hang around
As long as there was food and better housing to be found,
Or that my little piggy eyes would spare a second glance
For Brexitannia, when I've got my pied-à-terre in France?
It's full of foreign people who speak funny, that is true,
But France has had the sense to keep its place in the EU;
While Britain stands alone, keeps calm and has its carry-on
And lives on beans and sovereignty, until the beans are gone.
But seriously, though: whatever glow we may have given it,
Nice place for dodging taxes, but you wouldn't want to live in it.

Blaby Flatt