Defend Thy Bonus
Defend Thy Bonus!
(For Boris and Those City Boys of London)
“They’ll leave! They’ll leave!”
He cried, with a look of sheer panic
In those innocent blue eyes
“And ‘The City’ will be poorer without them....!” (he lied).
“Let them go! Let them go!” I cried
In fact let me help them pack
So I can be sure they won’t come back
After, of course, they have all got the sack
Alright the GDP might wheeze
Cough, splutter and sneeze,
But I for one won’t greave,
Oh how I do wish they would leave.
Copyright © Anna Archichek | Year Posted 2015
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