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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required To reclaim needless expenditure, allow the MP's to repay No matter the total, let the law courts have their say Now our economy has taken a turn for the best Restructuring internally an injection of zest Now, let's look after our pensioners, and place them in jail They'll have showers, walks and hobbies, where their care won't fail From unlimited free prescriptions, dental and medical aid Wheel chairs aplenty, not a penny will they have paid Constant video monitoring, instant assistance if they fell Bedding washed and changed twice a week, soon they'll be well Having someone check up on them, every twenty minutes or so Bringing meals to their cells, watch the smile in them grow Families visit in a suite, for their purpose and nothing more Enjoying Snooker, Pool and Sky TV, and a Library to explore Clothing would be provided, shoes, slippers, PJ's and Legal Aid It's all free on request, oh my! certainly no charges to be made They would also have gardens and lovely exercise yards Computers, TV and Radio and as many as they want, phone cards No longer would there be a Matron, a board of directors there will be A code of conduct for the officers, strictly adhered to, you'll see And what of the poor prisoners I hear your minds start to think How will they cope, these poor souls left on the brink Well, they'll get by with cold food, left alone unsupervised All lights turned off at eight, as they will internally cry Mind you they will shower once a week, live in a tiny little room A figure of £600.00 a week they won't flout, with no getting out soon http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/political.php
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