Some Risk of Terminal Logical Inexactitude

The Haystack stood up at the box of dispatch.
He knew the Remoaners had now met their match;
Before his charisma they'd cower and flee,
And true statesmen all would go tee-hee-hee-hee.
So when he was asked "will you break Britain's law?"
He quickly reminded them who won the war,
And Britain sobbed "God save the Queen!" to a man,
While punditry's orgasm was heard in Japan.
Alas! with more questions assailing his brain,
This level of wit was too much to maintain:
As soon as his larynx was up to full spin,
He raised up his foot and he rammed it right in.
"We're flouncing off out with a deal or with none;
Now, what preparations for when we are gone?"
The Haystack was flustered, his balance thrown off;
He answered, most reasonably: "waffle woff."
And when they inquired, "have the talks progressed far?"
He duly explained "argle bargle, bah hah."
Alas for the Haystack, the fiends had a plot
To stop him from showing them just what was what:
Irrevocably send proceedings due south
By ruthlessly making him open his mouth.

Alexander Boris de Piffel Pontifex