In the light of public despondency, due to socio economic and
health related circumstances. We have, with much regret, cancelled
our planned tribute to the New Poet Laureate -
This is a public service announcement from
the BBC.
Ladies, roll your sleeves up. Pull your tum
in gents.
Now is not the time to weep o’er credit that’s
been spent.
So its,
Out with the ready meals on with the stew.
Here’s a little list of the things you can do:
Dogs under harness, pigs on the lawn.
Out with the roses in with the corn.
Off with the boiler on with the Woad.
Thrash your self with nettles from the nose to the toe.
Forage in the hedgerow, forage in the field.
Bog to the Glen, to the Moore to the Weald.
Nudity for vigour, jollity for wealth,
Four in a bathtub Frolicking for health.
If you a bailiff promise you can pay.
Salt-water enemas- six times a day.
Austerity, frugality from charity comes clarity
Polarity, disparity replaced with solidarity.
(Save, I mean spend, I mean spend, I mean save
I mean H1N1, H1N1, H1N1, H1 OH!)
Pull your socks up Britain,
Shoulder to shoulder we must stoutly stand.
Catch it, bag it, bin it, kill it.
Pull your socks up. Now wash your hands.
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