Like sneaky electrical cars –
the kind you can never hear coming –
it crept through this village of ours
and set all the neighbourhood humming.
It came uninvited, that’s clear.
We couldn’t just send it away,
and now that the blighter was here
we reckoned it might as well stay.
We tried to show welcome, be kind,
accommodate, listen and learn.
make friends with it – only to find
it wouldn’t be friends in return.
It’s mean and malicious and greedy,
it’s feral and furry and fat,
its eyes are unnervingly beady,
it’s Brexit, an aptly-named cat.