tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212152.post-40032528090941112282008-03-27T14:35:00.000Z2008-03-27T14:35:00.000Z2008-03-27T14:35:00.000ZI vow to thee, my country,<BR/>All earthly things above,<BR/>In Northern Rock and Stamp Duty,<BR/>And even in the pub.<BR/>A pub that asks no questions,<BR/>A pub that pays the price,<BR/>Where the landlord is struggling,<BR/>Under taxes like a vice.<BR/>A pub that's not a wine bar,<BR/>A pub that serves real ale,<BR/>That's laboured under Labour<BR/>On a monumental scale.<BR/><BR/>But there's another country,<BR/>I've heard of long ago,<BR/>Where the tax is on White Lightning,<BR/>But rarely on Merlot.<BR/>The PM has a mandate,<BR/>The Chancellor has one too,<BR/>And when they've made a promise,<BR/>They'll always keep it true.<BR/>We may well like a tipple,<BR/>We like a damn good smoke,<BR/>But bugger Brown and Darling,<BR/>Their Government's a joke.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com