Nursery Rhyme For Our Time

Oh dear, what a complexity, The UK’s in a state of perplexity, All of us suffering a bad case of Brexity, The NHS can’t cure our ills. By now the whole thing should be done and dusted, But we’ve no idea now just who can be trusted, At this rate the country will be broke and busted, So I think I’ll just head for the hills. I. G. Fenner, New Milton, Hants.