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Philip, with a careful quip

Half-balanced on his lower lip

Wonders, if we sink the ship

How we’ll find the deeps


Pip, my boy, when overboard

From a ship unsafely moored

You share the lifeboat with a horde

Of worthless, witless creeps


Boris, with his tongue askew

Biting what he cannot chew

Would sail canoes to Timbuktu

If he knew where it lay


Theresa, in her tartan kit

Will hawk whatever can’t be spit

And tell you that a Brit’s a Brit

When once a castaway


Here you go, into the brine

A poor and porous chorus line

As thick as oil of turpentine

As if in outer space


Remember when you’re on the brink

Of drowning in the endless drink

That what can float may also sink

God bless our island race






Click here for the interview in Die Welt


And Now For Something Completely

I personally hope we will be able to remain in the mainstream of European economic and social thinking. But if we are forced to be something different, then we will have to become something different. - Philip Hammond in an interview with Die Welt

18 January 2016


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