Georgie Porgie Part 2 by Chris South
Georgie Porgie’s at it again
Every budget brings the pain
For some poor unsuspecting soul
Whose purse has sprung a gaping hole
He’s unpicked yet another stitch
To line the pockets of the rich
By scourging disability
And stripping some of PIP
Oh Georgie Porgie you’re no good
You psycho pseudo Robin Hood
When will your scheming ever end?
Old IDS is round the bend
He’s cashing out his losing hand
And going to live in Brexit Land!
But here’s the sweetener to the deal
That bitter aftertaste appeal
To spare our kiddies’ heart attacks
He’s introduced a sugar tax
With extra maths, more hours at school
Academies become the rule
They’re certain now to reach the top
Deprived of all their fizzy pop!
But will he stand to take the blame?
When poisoned by more aspartame
Our future generations cry
Oh Georgie Porgie why oh why?
And for his final last Huzzah
Our poor deluded chancellor
Will pull a bunny from his hat
A budget surplus nice and fat
In 2020 so he claims
Having fluffed two fiscal aims
Despite his dodgy dealing games
Well would you bank on that?