Frog
I’m Brexit, a corroboree,
I need someone to mount,
I need some action, pleasure me!
And make the moment count!
The options are so tedious,
The backstop is so dull –
Each lover if a Greedy Gus,
Each is a nix, a null –
Won’t someone help my tadpoles spawn?
Won’t someone frisk their tails?
Oh God for half a decent horn –
I’m going off the rails –
The day is coming, sooner, closer,
While all my suitors stink:
Inject my skin, I pray you oh sir!
Put me in the pink!
There’s all these strange old hypocrites
Who hang around my skirt –
I cannot love them all to bits –
Each one’s a little squirt!
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