I want a floating duck houseI want to clear my moat
I need to mend my tennis court
That's why I need your vote.
I have to build a portico
My swimming pool needs mending
My lovely plant need horse manure
And the Aga needs much tending.
A chandelier is vital
Mock Tudor boards are great
My hanging baskets won awards
And I've earned a tax rebate.
I need a glitter toilet seat
My piano so needs tuning
Maltesers help me stay awake
And my orchard must need pruning.
I could have said the rules were wrong
And often thought I should
But somehow it was easier
To profit all I could.
The public really have to see
That the rules are there to test
And by defrauding taxpayers
We were just doing our best.
The Speaker of the House has gone
Our sacrificial beast
But the public are still braying
For our corpses at the feast.
What do the public want from us
These vote-wielding ingrates
They really should be grateful
To be financing our estates.
The message is so very clear
We're merely learning late
That the British way of living well
Is to screw the bloody state.
(Author unknown)
