Lima to Leith is a long journey-
Ten years and ten thousand pounds of papers, stamps and patience
For membership of club Britannia.
Weak, grey tea cools in Home Office china
Sipping, whispering, shuffling.
The congregation stands for oor Lizzie’s song
But looks far beyond through tinted glass
And caring not for which flag they see,
Are reminded of those absent from the room.
Small boys in bigger boys’ suits are pushed forward for
Selfies on the Registry steps.
Later, there will be Brexit.
Welcome aboard little Britain, come what May.
So, slainte! Skål! Prost! Salut! Cheers my dear!
Time for Italian fizz and a holiday to Spain.
God Save All of Us.