A European Union Sonnet, abused by me from a poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning:
How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.It will take more than political parties to defeat the EU; it's going to take people.
I loathe thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul conjures, on having in sight
Your acts of foetid disgrace.
I loathe thee to the level of every day's
Most irksome want from jobsworth parasite.
I loathe thee freely, while men strive for right.
I loathe thee purely, while men die to praise.
I loathe thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I loathe thee with a hate I seemed to lose
With shedded tears. I loathe thee with the strife,
Smiles, tears of all my days; and, if God choose,
I pray my child be spared from EU life.