GREED
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel
And a pleasant smell everywhere.
That stinking Tory government
Has vanished into thin air.
Perhaps they’ve gone with Daniel’s
That greedy little git
Who said if Labour came to power,
He’d do a moonlight flit.
So bon voyage Mr Daniel’s
Don’t bother to come back.
And were sending you by first class post
Frank Bruno, Webber and Black.
And then the four of you can gloat
On how much cash you’ve got.
But I can tell you this for sure
We’ll miss you, not a lot!
By
Alfred Weston
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