Poems of the Week


by Julia Griffin

“The price of mince would go up 50% in the event of no Brexit deal, the meat industry has warned.”—The Guardian

I’m reassessing Brexit since
I heard about the price of mince.
What is it builds the British soul
But burgers and spaghetti bol,
Lasagna bake and shepherd’s pie?
Without these things our hearts run dry;
Must we resort to pig or horse
To bolster our tomato sauce?
The nation runs, we must avow,
On cheap supplies of shredded cow:
Let’s not mince words!—though, with no deal,
They soon may be our only meal.