Sunday, July 31, 2011

Old Bishop Hubbard

With apologies to the unknown authors of Old Mother Hubbard and Hey Diddle Diddle


Saints Blaire and Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To toss the liberals a bone.
When they got there
The cupboard was bare:
The budget had long been blown.

They fear for the poor
And say we should switch
From cutting the dole
To taxing the rich.

They fear foreign aid
Will certainly end;
They’d rather we cut
From those who defend.

They fear for the food
That’s given away;
They’d rather we draw
On notes we can’t pay.

They dream of a plan
That’s equal and fair,
Where only the rich
Are nicked for a share.

Old Bishop Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
Along with his brother, Blaire.
The Tea Party laughed
To see such sport,
And tossed the partisan pair.

Other Nonsense Poetry, Children’s Tales  and Nursery Rhymes:
     Babs-I-Am

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