Johnsonwocky

'Twas Brexit and the slithy Gove
Did gyre and gimble in the wabes,
All mimsy were the Boris groves
And the mome Raab outgrabes.

'Beware the Johnsonhulk my girl,
The jaws that lie, the claws that catch.
Beware the Javid bird
And shun the frumious Leadsom-snatch.'

Gina took her vorpal sword in hand;
Longtime the manxome foe she sought -
So rested she by the Lady Hale tree
And stood a while in thought.

And, as in uffish thought she stood
The Johnsonhulk, with eyes inane
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker - snack.
She left it dead and with its head
She went galumphing back.

'And has thou slain the Johnsonhulk?
Come to my arms, my beamish girl!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his mirth.

'Twas Brexit and the slithy Gove
Did gyre and gimble in the wabes,
All mimsy were the Boris groves
And the mome Raab outgrabes.