BREXIT IN OUR STREET///KEITH DOWELL
If Brexit happened in our street
With neighbours I have known for years.
Yes, years full of laughter and tears.
Would say to my neighbours;
This is my house, this is my place,
I don’t need you now so don’t show your face.
I’ve got new friends that live on a distant estate
I’ll do things with them: they will reciprocate.
But one day while making tea,
I realise there is no sugar for me,
So I go round next door; with cup in hand, with
cup in hand.
The next-door neighbour says: We don’t care
You thought you were clever for making the split
You’ve made your own bed, now lie in it.