by anonymous
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Brexit means breakfast
It's breakfast I want
No continental breakfast
No jam and croissant
Dry boxes of Alpen
Relaxed border control
Give me bacon, not Schengen
Give me moist egg rolls!
Feed me rounds of pudding,
Red, White and black,
I’m out of the union
I’ll never go back
I want slices of swine
And soft fried tomatoes
Tubes of trotter and snout
And tough trade embargos
Weak builder’s tea
For a weak nation state
And no trade negotiations
Until you clean up your plate
Greasy spoons in my mouth
Bloody knives in my back
Wedges of butter
And a swift heart attack
No compromises
No easy divorce
I want layers of hash brown
Swimming in sauce
Make the sauce mustard
Make the sauce brown
Make us all proud
Of our British towns
And our British workers
Will feast to their deaths
On slices of fried bread
Smothered in eggs
I like country life butter
I like strict immigration
I like PG Tips
I like super inflation
Brexit means breakfast
For Breakfast, lunch and tea
All day full British breakfast
In a post-breakfast economy
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