‘Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone?’ was Joni Mitchell’s question. And the wonderful British Twitter poet Brian Bilston, echoing perhaps the French novelist Georges Perec, who wrote a novel (a ‘lipogram’ apparently) that did not use the letter ‘e’, imagines Britain’s sad future outside – and without – the EU.
Things work both ways, of course,
and so the EU left our language,
waited not for any half-mumbled logy,
bade no adi .
And the rosceptics,
Felt no phoria,
outmano vred as they were.
Words found themselves misconstrued.
There were bitter f ds
raised fists, Fr dian slips,
few remained n tral.
amongst mass rs, chauff rs, n roscientists.
Some mus ms closed.
The country got roomier,
and rh mier,
a mausol m to memories of imperial grand r,
mixing racial slurs
with a sip from a glass of Pimms
and a snip of secat rs.