Losing my trail, cliff hangers

Sinking in the mud, mash and bangers

 

Reversing the order, o ye Cornish coast

With such intense colours you boast

 

And the boat keeps afloat amid the storm

Lest we forget we haven’t restored our former form

 

A primrose, a red rose, a thorny crown

Sheep and bulls and a grumpy frown

 

Left to wither in the cold harsh wind

Soon you’ll have the news in print

 

On this day too many things have happened

The front page all but blackened

 

And the Scots put a minimum price on alcohol today

Across Europe: bewilderment, anger, and dismay

 

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