A rogues' gallery of mountebanks, charlatans and scoundrels
Of all the animals of prey, man is the only sociable one.
Every one of us preys upon his neighbour, and yet we herd together.
The Beggar's Opera: John Gay
Friday, 19 June 2009
Another Song of Kirkbride
(Perhaps a little late with this one, but then again she did spend £500 of our money buying curtains for her son's bedroom)
Bless you Julie Kirkbride Wherever you may be; You’ll soon be stepping down with your other half So no more fiddle-dee-dee.
Lucky Julie Kirkbride, Although you’re going grey You’re the archetype of the busy young mum, Or so your apologists say.
So you and Andrew split the bill While he played the system with consummate skill You both claimed for second homes until The day He gave it away.
Canny Julie Kirkbride, Your brother came to stay; So you built him a room for fifty grand And got the voters to pay.
You’ve expressed no shame for playing the game And you’ve put the blame in your husband’s name But the way you claim ignorance sounds lame To me For a gal who sits in the House As Bromsgrove’s own MP.
Macheath, the notorious highwayman, has retired from a life of crime and can now be found behind the bar of Peachum's Tavern, favourite haunt of the rakes, rogues and vagabonds of 18th century Newgate and setting of 'The Beggars' Opera'. Visitors are always welcome; help yourself to a virtual tankard of ale and read on...
And I'm a suffering polecat, loosely translated as taxpayer.
ReplyDeleteNice one, Demetrius!
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