A Brexit poem

The Brexit Bus is stranded
The Brexit Bus is stranded

A Brexit Bus in action

I could write a really long rant about Brexit. I could say all the things that frustrate and confuse, instead, I’ll share a poem. Unlike the Brexit negotiations, it’s short and doesn’t go round in ever-decreasing circles.

And it’s all I plan to say on the subject … for now.

November
Waiting for a bus
It’s been three years
And then
A big blue bus
Bound for Seven Sisters
Where all services terminate
I tear up my pass and go home
A snowflake falls
Nobody sees

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