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.