George Osbourne has moved me to poetry

 

Georgie and the Pies,

by Bridbeast

 

If you want a pasty, roll or pie.

Heated up, the price is high.

But if you should be short of brass

You’ve now joined the cold pie class

So you wanted something warming

Forget it son, George is transforming

Our tax system for the wealthy

And who cares for warm pies in Chelsea?

 

But seriously.

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