An ECC commissioner called Delors,
Was out for a walk on the moors.
He was feeling quite fey,
Till he bumped into May,
Who had him ensconced in the Tower.
Her Majesty's Pleasure,
Was not for this fella,
His demeanour grew wilted and grey.
He misread Englands stance,
On the Brexit advance,
Now addressed by his jailer as "Flower!"
( Whoops. Does not quite gel. But "une point" for trying.)