The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Deserving Poor

Oh deary! Will folk never stop
Abusing our men at the top?
We gambled and failed,
And so we were bailed:
Why cannot the proles let it drop?

Oh deary! Alas and alack!
Again we are under attack
Because of the onus
To pay a big bonus
And give a few small folk the sack!

Alack and alas! What a shame
That still we must shoulder the blame
From emotional folk
Who can't take a joke,
And don't know the rules of the game!

What a shame! What a bore! What a pity!
We're cursed across country and City,
Although we can pay
Our fat cats today
Because they ate yesterday's kitty!

Buster Grabbe

2 Comments:

  • At 8:27 pm , Anonymous Madame X said...

    As someone once said, and they won't stop griping until their heads hit the basket.

     
  • At 4:36 am , Blogger Philip said...

    As someone once nearly said, the world will only prosper when the last banker has been drowned in the liquid assets of the last corporate tax-dodger.

     

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