Eleven months back, I had a ponder

Northern Ireland, they might fancy a union down south, let the folks have their say.

Scots, they could follow suit, cozy up with Europe.

But what’s in store for England and Wales?

How about we call it “The United Kingdoms of The Welsh and The Angles”? Then Cornwall says, “We want in too!” and asks for more power. Soon enough, Cornwall, England, and Wales splinter into clans.

They play football to pick the not-so-lucky ones, tease them with whispered tales. They shake hands afterward, leaving those gentlemanly red-and-white marks on your sheets.

Is Jacob Rees-Mogg truly a knight of the realm? Is he the model citizen we should emulate? Parliamentary rules don’t seem to concern him much.

Attenborough, now there’s a fine example, or Chris Packham, perhaps. Stephen Hawking or JK Rowling, though maybe not the last one.

Those shooting stars in the sky at British proms give us a big hint. It’s evident that the folks who didn’t bother to vote have decided to show they care.