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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