After reading Katherine Langrish's Brexit parody of the Jabberwock - I just had to add a few verses....
Katherine Langrish....
T’was Brexit, and the slithy Gove
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe,
All flimsy were the Faragists,
And the Rees-Moggs outgrabe.
Beware the squirming Gove, my son –
The lying tongue, the claws that catch,
Beware the frumious Boris bird –
Out for whatever it can snatch!
Who now will face it down, my son –
The Brexit-Beast with eyes of flame?
Oh who will seize a vorpal sword,
And cleave the monstrous thing in twain?
Katherine Langrish....
T’was Brexit, and the slithy Gove
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe,
All flimsy were the Faragists,
And the Rees-Moggs outgrabe.
Beware the squirming Gove, my son –
The lying tongue, the claws that catch,
Beware the frumious Boris bird –
Out for whatever it can snatch!
Who now will face it down, my son –
The Brexit-Beast with eyes of flame?
Oh who will seize a vorpal sword,
And cleave the monstrous thing in twain?
John Pearce....
O horror that this Brexit-Beast
O horror that this Brexit-Beast
Has gobbleshagged with deadly strife
Beboggling the very weak and poor
Whose crosses gave it life!
“O fractious day! Call-off! Delay!”
Let’s meet to plot at Marble Arch.
“The Brexit-Beast won’t have its way
We’ll Brandish, bannering on a
People’s March”.
In uffish thought and protest we’ll stand,
Burbling speechingly they came!
Whiffling, chanting Lammy-Chukka
fans
Remoaners all, with eyes of flame,
Then Lucas, Khan and Cable chortling
With Soulbury, Wollaston
EU-mourning
With Delia, Meden and celebs
Howling, “Where’s
Jeremy Corbyn?”
One vote, then two! And through then
through
Our vorpal blades will snicker-snack.
And all at once we’ll know
The House of Common Sense is back!
T’will be brillig in the Euroglades.
O joy!
When the Brexit-Beast is dead and
slain.
Gallumping girls and Beamish Boys
Will be Mimsy when we sway Remain…
John Pearce (after Katherine Langrish and Lewis Carroll)
