Those naughty old MPs, they've been found out
Oink oink, with all their snouts deep in the trough
It makes us feel so smart to scream and shout
It makes us feel superior to scoff
Just like they felt superior enough
To write their own rules, laugh at the taxman
Something I can't permit; tax fraud's a tough
One to accept, Hazel-eyed as I am
One fears that Blears and her ilk's milking scam
By t'good folk of Salford is OK - not!
Dirty old town, Westminster! The ride's rough
From here to the finishing post. They ran
For election as thoroughbreds. Truth's out!
They're all just piggies. Now we'll huff and puff....
Fri 15 May 2009
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