Hard Times Poem by Peter (Prof) Fox

Times are hard, we're down to our last au pair.
We can't afford a chauffeur and the yacht needs some repair.
What will the neighbours think if the BMW 's last year's?
It's the children I feel sorry for, when they come home full of tears,
'cos their dad 's not got a Bentley and a mistress in Amsterdam.
Hubby has to get by with a tart from Lewisham.
We can't afford birthdays now we have to save,
It costs too much to fly them all to Paris for a rave.
All through their youth the kids had ponies as of right,
but a horsebox and dressage coach are 'off' now finances are tight.
Tristram, he's gifted, should have a Stradivarius
But now he'll have to busk as our funds are so precarious.
We brought Sam a restaurant to see what she could do,
But the world's all topsy-turvy when a profit 's needed too.
The government's to blame for the hardship all around us,
Don't they realise Gavin only got a half a million bonus.