a true gem from
Northern Rocky [with apologies to Charles Lutwidge Dodgson)
'Twas Budget and the Treasury coves
Did count and figure mightily sage.
All flimsy were the tax receipts
And non-doms seething raged.
'Beware the Chancellor, my son!
The hair of white and eyebrows black.
Beware the cunning tax band snatch
And the benefits clawback."
He took his red box in his hand
And smiled at all the Press.
He stood before the green benched hordes
And taxed beer and cigarettes.
And as the statement rumbled on
The PM glowered and pulled at cuff.
The manse bred son did wonder long
Whether it would be enough.
Not one he slashed but tinkered long
Till all opponents Tory
Complained that the New Labour crowd
Did nought for Britain's glory
"Has thou increased the Revenues?
Come to my arms my Darling boy.
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
and rubbed his hands in joy.
said 'stability was the way.'
Still flimsy was the Northern Rock,
And the poorest had to pay.
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