Once upon a time in Great Britain,
In a manner most Shakespearian,
A neologism was written
And thus the Brexit bug had bitten
Many an English contrarian.
Ten years on, people talk of “Bregret.”
Some say now it was just a bad jest,
That leaving Europe was a bad bet;
Flushing the union down the toilet
Made Brexit look like a dog’s breakfast.
Soon there’ll be a movement to Brejoin
To keep the Brexit period brief.
There will be many new words to coin
To mitigate that kick in the groin
Caused by arrogant British Brelief.
Brepentance might create a good start.
Brethinking that ill-thought Brejection
Of friends who never wanted to part.
Brehave like those who have learned the art
Of respect and collaboration;
Brelieve in others, just as you hope
They will Bregin to believe in you.
Brelearn good manners; don’t be a dope.
Bretend, if you must, use that soft soap;
By these means, the union you’ll Brenew.
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Poet’s Note: Please disable your spell-check to appreciate the Blethora of neologisms coming out of the land of Shakespeare. Now that the generation that voted for Brexit has passed, younger voters feel Bregret for what might have been. “10 years after ‘Brexit’ vote, majority of Britons say leaving European Union was a mistake” by Frank Andrews, CBS News, 23 June 2026.