Oh Maggie, You'd have had nearly everyone on AB on side if only you had done the one which begins;
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the nation
There was feasting and playing and great expectation
No stockings were empty, no fridges were bare,
The heating full blast, so much money to spare.
The good folk of Britain can celebrate with glee
We're out of the EU, the Nation is free
Prime Minister Boris, so recently elected
Stares at the tree Carrie Symonds erected.
While eating the last of the deep mince pies
The glint in the baubles reflects that in his eyes
She knows that look, she gets rid of the flunkies
"Come, dear," she says, "it's time to get funky."