Just one..When the Telegraph asked for poems about Brexit they probably weren’t quite expecting that the reaction it received.
"Red for my bank balance, prices are rising
Blue for my mood, our nightmares realising
White are my knuckles as we run out of luck.
But GreeseFogg and Farridge, they couldn't care less. (sorry, couldn't find a way to make that last line rhyme.)"
http://www.theneweuropean.co.uk/top-sto ... -1-5500142