Wednesday, 18 March 2009

Scurrilous Poem Does the Rounds

Passed on from Huw Gilasbey

Subject: Poem to Gordon Brown

“Brown is my shepherd, I shall not work.
He leadeth me beside still factories.
He restoreth my faith in the Conservative Party.
He guideth me to the path of unemployment.
Yea, though I wait for my dole
I own the bank that refuses me.
Brown has anointed my income with taxes
My expenses runneth over my income
Surely, poverty and hard living will follow me all the days of his term
From hence forth we will live all the days of our lives in a rented home
with an overseas landlord
I am glad I am British
I am glad that I am free
But I wish I was a dog
And Brown was a tree …..”


kerdasi amaq said...

To perceive the real evil at work here, you have to look beyond Gordon Brown and Tony Blair. Who's tune are these puppets dancing To?

S. E. said...

Alan, I love your blog! Dydd Dewi Sant Hapus (a little late). And Cymru am Bydd! Keep it coming. Cofion, S. E. (Jones) Cook, Welsh-American