The UK Corral

Politicians sing one-sided songs

To serenade the wishing well

Catching pennies floating down

Where the drowning pledges dwell

Tomorrow is another day

For scrubbing old slates sparkling fresh

As rent-a-crowd’s ecstatic cheers

Rattle bones of absent flesh

Calling on the ghosts of chances

To strain a melody worth flaunting

With a clutch of artificial eggs

From where it’s said a goose is haunting

Jack Horner left a vacant space

A corner shop once full of plums

To gather dust in a mine of rust
Where no one waves with upright thumbs

LET'S BE FRANK, BREXIT MEANS WRECKS IT

"Jeremy Hunt is to dramatically expand the number of ‘home-grown’ doctors in a bid to replace overseas medics in the wake of Brexit." Huff Post Link