Brown

A short poem sent by John Kingsley

Even if you like the man you have to admit there are some clever people with words out there.

Prayer for the future

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 ...