When will Blighty learn,
it’s no longer, landlord,
no more cash to burn,
for nothing, can afford,
over there, they copy,
the method that was shown,
over poisoned coffee,
dealing more warzones,
to live, is not illegal,
a choice, may well be,
smokescreen legal eagle,
won’t see, what is free,
thus, protective tariff,
is another scam,
a party-made; hieroglyph,
that clearly, is no plan,
Johnson set it up,
Sunak’s human post,
leaving now, nowhere to sup,
who will play the host?
As UK is so bursting,
tattered are their seams,
they themselves are thirsting,
shattered are their dreams,
elephant; in the room:
the way they operate,
such routine; makes their doom,
their love; results in hate,
permissions are now ridden,
just grab them by the hips,
“rapes, get no provision”,
just listen to Phillips,
so, UK, please heal yourself,
before you play a friend,
perhaps redefine the twelfth,
your protests, never end,
Rwanda’s such a sorry state,
made by British weather,
Rwanda’s poor revolving gate,
at least they’re all together.