My foot

Plastered and elevated
I'm crutched and hutched,

my arse grows roots
(and bottomly toots).

Then They vote Brexit,
I'm told: 'don't flex it!'

A hobbling five weeks
and my foot really reeks

and then is released...

(nearly there)

... to another black beast

but this boot can drive
in six weeks I'll arrive.

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