The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Monday, March 18, 2019

Dies Irae

Day of wrath and day of chaos!
Unexpected Erskine May gloss
Leads to Governmental way-loss!

Nothing short of revolution
When the Speaker's elocution
Buggers Britain's Constitution!

As in Passchendaele's trenches
Terror dawns upon the benches:
Blubbing bullies, squealing wenches!

Porkers on their barrels cheating,
Gammon faces overheating!
Humble pie they'll soon be eating!

Ship of state hath cracked its gunwale;
All who hoped for no-deal fun'll
Take it up the rear-side tunnel!

Tremble, old Westminster city:
All of Eton's wise and witty
Shriek in sorrow and self-pity!

Now we'll never get out early;
Eurocrats all grim and surly
Have us by the short and curly!

Painful scolding, painful schooling!
Termination of all fooling
When the Speaker makes his ruling!

2 Comments:

  • At 2:20 am , Anonymous Brian M said...

    This poem left a tear in my eyes, Philip. So tragic!

    You Brits are having quite a time of it recently

    https://www.nakedcapitalism.com/2019/03/outsourcing-giant-interserve-65000-employees-collapses.html

    I just don't understand this! How can a paragon of market-driven privatization COLLAPSE? That contradicts everything we know about everything!

     
  • At 9:50 pm , Blogger Philip said...

    That's why no nation ever punched above its weighton the global stage by letting the pure waters of enterprise be clouded with treacherous things like facts.

     

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