Discovered recently among the manuscripts of that great English dramatist Willie A. Shamspeaker:
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this Brexit pace from year to year
To the last Parliament of recorded time;
And all our Tory pols have misled Brits
The way to paupers’ deaths.
Out, out, brief Johnson!
You’re but an Eton Con-man – a creeping bad-Bo
Who grins and shakes his mop at Number Ten
(“for sovereignty” – oh sure). It is a tale
Sold to us idiots, full of lies, and futile,