'Twas the Night Before Brexit Twas the night before Brexit, when all thro' the House Not an MP was stirring, not even a mouse; Expense forms completed they'd taken their coats, And gone back to their homes and to garner more votes. The Cabinet dreamed they might find, with some glee, A trade deal or two all wrapped up 'neath the tree. And May, in best shoes, gave Dave Davis a peep, As he'd settled his brains for a long winter's sleep— When out the green benches there rose such a clatter, That she sprang to her feet to see what was the matter. And to the Dispatch Box she flew like a flash, Afraid that some colleague was acting too rash. It could p'raps be Boris or Damian Green, But the truth was far stranger than e're she had seen! A dream it might be, or a gruesome night mare, A warning perhaps, to take heed, to beware! For there to her wondering eyes did appear A strange lumbering sleigh and seven reindeer; With a slovenly d...