“If we daftlads have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you badboy limped in, tried to glock
While I just played in dem ladies frocks.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, we will mend:
And, since I am an honest ^^^k,
If we have unearned luck
Now no mainstream media tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else dis boi a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Brexit shall restore amends.”