We Shall Fight Them Bitches

Today I have temporarily moved away from my poetry and in the light of recent developments in the Brexit fiasco looked at, tongue in cheek, at what Boris’s “We Shall Fight Them On the Beaches” speech could look like...

We Shall Fight Them Bitches

We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in Brussels, we shall fight on the front benches and back benches we shall fight with shrinking confidence and shrinking strength in the polls, we shall defend our Brexit, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight each other on the beaches, we shall fight at the despatch box, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets,we shall fight in the hills; unlike Jeremy Corbyn,we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving due to a no deal Brexit , then our dwindling influence beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the Irish Border control would carry on the struggle, until, in God’s good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue with new trade deals. 

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