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Unread 04-07-2017, 03:55 AM
Nigel Mace Nigel Mace is offline
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Once along the Scottish Border
Roamed our Douglas, known by colour -
Either Red or else the Black one -
From his sallies, foes withdrew.

Now New England’s bard’s a Douglas,
By what tincture shall we know him,
Flaming Red or Black like night time?
No - he’s Brown and courtly too.

But this change, Trump will not favour,
For he’s haunted by their sequence
Crossing lights, from Reds to Black men
Then come Browns, his nightmare hue.

So he seized May’s ‘Brexit’ handhold,
White, if bloodless and retreating,
Shy of unions, prone to break-ups
But Old Europe she’d eschew.

Can such ‘special’ besties flourish
When ‘He’ finds ‘She’ has new borders
Drawn through Ireland, Scotland severed?
Exiles’ votes he’d hope his due.

So May’s looming, naming problems,
Like his placemen, long abandoned,
May unite the ‘Brexit’ shambles
Changing States from Red to Blue.

There’s a subject for our Brown bard,
Fit to tarnish all that gold glitz
Trumpery that only Hitler’s
Elevator also knew.
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