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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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friend sent me this on facebook though i would share with you all,
Christmas is coming No-ones gerrin fat, We cant afford to shop for grub Camerons seen to that, We cant afford a Turkey, We'll make do with pigeon leg, Served on a bed of lettuce Between two bits of bread. You better pay up, I'm telling you why, Mr Cameron’s coming to town. He's making his cuts, checking them twice, he doesn't think that benefits are nice, Mr Cameron’s coming to town. He sees where you are sleeping, he knows if a bedrooms spare, That empty bed cant hide from him, he can tell if no one's there. And if you've any children, and they number more than two, You'd better hide the others, or he'll tax you for them too! He can't wait for April, he's planned who he will curse, With extra cuts so he can make Next Years Christmas worse. Merry Christmas Everybody. Xxx |
Just about sums up my mood about the whole season !!