The War Budget Poem by Jessie Pope
The War Budget
Hodge waded through the weekly news,
'The Income Tax, he said,
'That's nowt to me, I shallunt lose,
'Twill hit the boss instead.
Lloyd George he be the man for I,
Us poor have nowt to fear.'
He paused then gave a dismal cry :
' They're goin' to tax my beer'
' A good thing too!' replied his wife.
' 'Twill keep you from the pub,
Swilling each evening of your life,
While I work at the tub!'
Across the inglenook she reached,
The welcome news to see,
Then, in resentful clamour, screeched :
'3d. a pound on tea'
MORAL
To foot the bill it's only fair
That everyone should do their share,
And since we all are served the same,
Pay and look pleasant that's the game.
War on bad habits by Taxing on such things is better than on basic necessities ever!
Income Tax! The war Budget. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
MORAL To foot the bill it's only fair That everyone should do their share, And since we all are served the same, Pay and look pleasant that's the game.
To foot the bill it's only fair That everyone should do their share, And since we all are served the same, Pay and look pleasant that's the game. lovely poem with truths of life. tony
I take this as a pleasantly sarcastic critique of the senselessness of war.! We well concealed but lingering inside of this text.
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