ALL OUR YESTERDAYS

Yesterday we were a member of the European Union.

We left at midnight (Brussels time).

AndiMac wrote this poem, which I think sums it all up so well:

Brexitannia – a paean

Now dawns the day, the hour is at hand
when Britons liberate their glorious land.
From foreign laws and trammels free,
we do restore our sacred liberty.
Dagoes, Eyeties, Frogs and Krauts we shun,
with Belgians, Greeks and Dutch we’ve done:
we’ve smashed the fetters, cut and run
to take our right place in the sun.
With a world of opportunity before us
and no Johnny Foreigner hovering o’er us,
we’ll show that we’re no more their fools
as bold Britannia waives the rules.
Our argosies shall roam all seas
and Britons trade with whom they please,
riches and treasures to bear home
from every land across the foam.
Gold, silver, silks and spices fine,
exotic fruits and honeyed wine,
furs, leathers fine and jewels bright
in trade for jams and famed Marmite.
But should some upstart power decide
to challenge the Lion in his pride,
our Navy shall guard the ocean’s lanes
with both our carriers that have no planes.
And, yea, our submarines on the Clyde,
except when all moored alongside,
shall deter any foolish foe
who would ‘gainst Albion strike a blow –
to them our missiles oblivion bodes
as long as Yanks give us the codes.
No gold-starred blue flag o’er our land shall fly
our sacred Union Flag instead shall flutter high
against our nation’s sunlit sky.
Around our rugged coasts and gentle sands
no rapacious fishing boats from foreign lands
shall any longer dredge the bounty of the sea –
a sea now British ‘til eternity.
Likewise, no Czech, Romanian or Pole
shall force young Britons to the dole.
There shall be work aplenty in our land
to which our sturdy lads can turn their hand.
Young damsels too, Britain’s beauties,
shall henceforth glory in national duties,
in caring for Britons of older age,
while generously paid a minimum wage.
Fruit-picking, lifting spuds and such like rural joys
shall breed a race of healthy girls and boys,
who will in time serve in our armed forces,
maintaining Britain in her courses
to rule and guide the globe entire
once more as Britannia’s great Empire!
Ignore the whining of Remainer curs,
Northern Irish dolts and, even worse,
Mad Scots who would be independent –
instead, hail Britannia now transcendent.
So raise your bumper, peal the bell
and welcome Britain…into Hell!

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