It’s threatening a smooth Brexit,
And it first came to light when
A hundred jiffy bags a day
Were being delivered to Number 10…
I flew into the air
And landed with a nasty crack.
But it was a hit and run,
And the pram did not look back…
Words are a type of fossil fuel,
That’s found in seams and veins.
Words are made of carbon,
And are ancient trees’ remains…
I found my optimism in a box in the attic,
It had been up there for years.
It was covered in dust, and about to combust,
So I brought it down and we had a few beers…
A morning traffic jam
By the blue walls of Ikea?
Personally I’d rather
Be in North Korea…
Wales is not the size of Wales,
Seems it’s a slightly smaller size.
So all those things we’ve compared to it,
Will have to be recategorised.