With apologies to Lewis Carroll, I done a pome!
T'was Wedders, and the slimy coves
Did tax and gamble with my pay.
Did tax and gamble with my pay.
All flimsy were the proffered oaths,
Not to give it all away.
"Beware the Treasury, my son!
The jaws that bite, the clause that catch!
Beware the Osborne bird, and shun
The furious Moneysnatch!"
With ill intent he counts his take
And gives it to the harpie who,
Without a care how much I make,
Breeds fifteen children in a shoe.
Calloo callay it’s Budget Day
And all my money's gone away.
Now, by law, the gov’ment will
Take my dosh to pay their bills
Fee fi fo fum...
There goes the home of an English man.
(With thanks to Messrs Brown and Co, for spending all my fucking dough!)
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