If the End is Nigh&;#063;

The year now it is ending
On a very sombre note
Did you choose quite rightly
When you went to cast your vote?

Closing down the post offices
In Villages so remote
The only folk who live there
Do their betting on the Tote

Farmers, whether Arable.
Or dairy, have to live
In Hamlets, so,so far away
With Transport just a Myth

What with refuge seekers
We've never seen the like
Since we were told, by Tebbit
To go get on your Bike

Where do all these refugee's
Go for all these jobs?
No wonder we are struggling
To get some for our Yobs

Spending all those millions
It simply makes no sense
When living in a Council House
You cannot get a Fence

You cannot have Security
Where you think you need it most
It seems to me the thing to do
Is to fence all round the Coast

So now you've eaten all your pud'
And full of Christmas Cheer
Remember that things could get worse
When you go to vote next year

But when you go into that booth
And the man there says, Hi' brother
No matter where you put youre cross
They're all like one another