Some people seem to have a talent for prose and this is one such example:
MAGIC MONEY TREE
We have a little money tree and it always bears
A slew of silver nutmegs and groans with golden pears.
A hard pressed nurse demanded is there some for me?
Oh no, no such thing as a magic money tree.
We policemen and firemen need numbers, we need pay.
Tough luck, no money tree, perhaps another day.
We high rise tenants need more cash to fireproof our towers.
That would be the councils’ fault; it’s certainly not ours.
Prison officers, what of them, they play a vital role.
Shake the tree with no result, more sackings and the dole.
Shake the branches: and let’s mend the potholes in our streets.
Oh no, we can’t afford the money for such treats.
And is there any cash to fund the NHS?
Well, as we sell it off, its cost is less and less.
In any case, insurance will make it hunky dory.
But a pre-existing illness creates another story.
But what if I’ve been paying insurance all along?
Well, that’s your own fault for living for so long.
It’s your responsibility, staying fit and strong
Quit smoking, drinking, eating, then you can’t go wrong.
We need more cash, we’re desperate, cannot feed our kids.
Can’t you shake that money tree or else we’re on the skids?
How ungrateful can you be, for we deserve more thanks.
Think of all the goodies at our wonderful food banks.
We know there is a money tree, but not where it may grow.
But who eats all the money? No-one seems to know.
Maybe I can help you there. Look hard and you will see
A staggering sum has just gone out to bribe the DUP.
Another Palace falling down, we’re really in the toils.
Let’s see what the money tree produces for the Royals.
A lot of work in here, they say, let’s go on the cadge.
We’ll double your allowance then, Cheers, mate, says Her Maj.
Finding money trees is hard, an arboreal conundrum.
The usual methods just don’t work, a waste of time and humdrum.
Here’s a clue, so gird your loins and shake your lazy bones:
The money trees are to be found in warm and tropic zones.
The money’s doing nothing there, dangling from the boughs.
Think what we could do at home, with what this cash allows.
If we’re down upon our luck and on the bottom bumping,
Let’s go to the money tree and do a spot of scrumping.
The money tree did little for the ninety five per cent.
The other five ate all its fruit: that’s where the money went.
My grateful thanks to the author.
Tom
