Oh dear, what can the matter be
Our Prime Minister’s clinging on desperately
Rees-Mogg and Boris have cooked up their strategy
With 48 letters she’s gone
Support for the duo’s abating rapidly
Rees-Mogg droning on validly
Mrs. May’s fortunes are improving happily
Heaven knows what happens next
Let’s hope the issues resolved with alacrity
We-re all sick and tired of the whole lack of clarity
Now is the season of faith, hope and charity
Let’s enjoy Christmas, for now
