The DUP now in her pay would do just as she bid
The magic money tree bore fruit it was as if she fed it
That sum seemed so immense to those on Universal Credit
But still her party hunted her like angry baying hounds
To get away from them she took a train, to Brussels bound
She tried to get the deal re-viewed but EU leaders hid
They couldn't re-negotiate, it wasn't what they did
'And as for nebulous', the man was sure he never said it
'But why when we've a deal in place do UK folks not ged it?'
So 1950s womens' pensions still cannot be found
Yet down the sofa she can find two billion sterling pounds
The can she's kicking down the road says 'No Deal' on the lid
So surely then of this nightmare Theresa can be rid
When every day the news gets worse she really must now dread it
Just leave the poison chalice that is also known as Brexit!
© Lesley Webb
Lesley Webb is a member of the Gillingham (Dorset) Writing Group, she writes poetry and fiction
and has had a Pocket Novel and a short story published recently.
