Most of the news sites have got speculation about the UK budget announcement.
Poetry form fans may recognize this poem as a Bop. For some reason I really like this form for having a go at the government.
We whisper amongst ourselves
Cackling with false mirth then
Brooding over the fact
We’d all like to forget.
Today we’re going to find out
What he’s decided.
So, will it be chicken feed or the axe?
We all know the axe has to fall somewhere.
But lately it seems like
The farmer doesn’t know what he’s doing
When fat, fine fowls gorge on golden grain.
And half grown chicks peck hopelessly at dust.
You’d think it would be obvious
Who should fear the glint of steel.
No. Not any more.
So, will it be chicken feed or the axe?
There’s chatter of resistance, even revolution
But what can half starved birds do
When those fat fowls among us
Who gorge on golden grain each day
Think the farmer is a fine fellow
With our best interests at heart?
So, will it be the chicken feed or the axe?
Tom Juniper Poetry 