Its known as the Gatwick mystery
Bringing havoc to a crowd
Forcing thousands to miss their Christmas
Abroad
A giant showered
Emotions tears and upsets
Down on people who
Had arranged to see their loved ones
But their dreams did not come true
They turned up in their thousands
All showered and ready for
Passports and euros on their person
Everyone was sure
They all had suffered “Brexit”
And Mrs May’s frackar
And were off to destinations
From here to dar dee dar
The novichockter soviet built
Flying at the speed
Of the fastest snails
In history.
Gyrations yes indeed
Causing massive turbulence
And grounding aircraft they
Were never even thought of
Until infact today
Maiden flights from Salisbury
Via Gatwick seem to be
Putinised by the tories
To imagine we could free
Ourselves from the EU agony
For us all just to get away
Not watch the biased BBC
Every fucking day
But the skeltons in the cupboard
Were brought out big time they
The bods or sods who are our gods
Deemed yes to delay
People ordinary voters
Leavers so to say
Remainers didnt matter
They were staying anyway
So the Novichockter
Advanced creation never seen before
It came into their equatiOn
It showed up every flaw
There has ever been with the great EU
The liars that they are
And leavers got their just reward
Their step deemed just too far