The Rooks of Westminster

The sun now sets so angry and red,
As rooks above just scream and screech;
Bemused they are, irate as well,
The realm they know they now beseech.

The sun enraged has hidden its face,
And rooks above still screech and scream;
The world, amazed, looks on bemused,
At views and wrangles so extreme.

Round and round they plunge and dart,
So incensed and raging now;
“Brexit, hard!” as some insist;
“No! oh No!” the others vow.

So bizarre, the world now thinks!
As rooks now dance, ‘à la Mai’;
How Corbynesque their pleasures are,
What now with such a disarray?

Ho! Ho! Ho!

For those (if there were to be any!) who were not aware of the extraordinary goings-on in the British parliament (Westminster) - this poem relates to the squabbling rooks as heard at the end of my road to what has been happening there - ah well!