Ostriches by Chris South


 Take a good look all around you
Get your head out of the sand
Can’t you see what’s happening
In this mean unpleasant land?
The wolves are at the door now
Baying for your blood
Piecemeal won’t pacify them
Did you really think it would?
Bit off more than you could chew
When they were handing out their meat?
Well now they want it back from you
What will your children eat?
They can’t dine on bricks and mortar
Or swallow steel and glass
The problem is that Ostriches
Get bitten in the ass!

 Ostrich people

(Note from the author…for the British reader please feel free to

pronounce glass as ‘glarse’ and change the word ass to arse!) Chris

Georgie Porgie by Chris South

9th July 2015 – [See ‘Brave New World’ of 2008.Ed]

Georgie Porgie by Chris South

(A Budgetary ‘Cursery’ Rhyme)

Chris's Georgie Porgie 

Georgie Porgie puddin’ or pie?

Kissed our tax credits goodbye

When boys and girls go out to play

The rain it raineth every day!

No desert for them tonight

Their little bellies feeling light

Up the wooden hill they go

Dragging feet with heads hung low

And on the morrow they will see

There’s no more jam for you and me

Tears of sorrow flowing down

Since Georgie Porgie came to town

His box of tricks has made them poor

With bailiffs beating down their door

To take away their games and toys

You naughty little girls and boys

You’ve had your puddin’ and your pie

When streams of credits ne’er ran dry

Now Georgie Porgie wants it back

So future generations lack

Georgie Porgie what a mess

You’ve punished those most innocent

Lumbered them with all the rent

It’s not their fault we’re overspent

But damn them nonetheless!