“Oi! Beware the GabbyEuroTalk, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch our lucre!
Beware the Merkel bird, and shun
The frumious Brussels Sprouters!”
Numpty took his voting card in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought —
So rested he in the Tumtum Tree Inn,
And stood his round; four pints he bought.
And, in oafish thought he stood,
The GabbyEuroTalk he did so blame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled ‘enchanté!’ as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal vote went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“Oi! Has thou slain the GabbyEuroTalk?
‘Cos the nation’s up in arms, you clot!”
‘O fateful day! No more booze cruise to Calais!’
He cackled, having lost the plot.