I won’t go, and I will stay,
Chaos always rules OK,
We are red and white and blue,
Here’s my Unicorn and poo.
See the quaint horn in my head,
I will put this mess to bed.
Will I topple? Will I teeter?
Here’s my Unicorn excreta.
Let them seek a brand new leader
From the true-blue Al-Qaeda.
Won’t turn back, there are no stoppings,
I’m a Unicorn, with droppings.
I blow hotter, I blow colder,
Parked on Europe’s harder shoulder,
The suicidal bell’s been rung,
I’m a Unicorn with dung.
I am wonderful, a myth.
A legend. Do not take the pith.
All these plots are idle chatter
To Unicorns with faecal matter.
I don’t care where Jacob’s coup is.
I cannot remember Suez.
I am still the main event,
A Unicorn, with excrement.
It’s really calm behind the scenes,
And you all know what Brexit means.
I’ve my mantra, will not vary –
I’m Unicorn, a stercorary.
I will wear my winter vest,
It’s in the national interest!
Britons face a brand new dawn,
With this coprophilic Unicorn.
The country’s chair has lost a castor
But we aren’t facing true disaster.
Here it is, my chaos kit,
From a Unicorn, a pile of –