Treasury Tales
Red box of exchequer delights open
To reveal a tax on the tooth fairy,
With fruit plucked off the magic money tree,
Treasure borrowed from the lair of a dragon
Or the pot of gold at the rainbow’s end.
Raise taxes here, then lower others there,
Increase benefits trying to be fair,
Only to leave others trying to defend
The little they have got. The dragon’s loot
Will move off-shore, the tooth fairy replaced
By a drone, the pot of gold can’t be traced,
While the money tree’s torn up by the root.
All fiscal tales told, Labour’s and Tories’,
Turn out to be merely fairy stories.
D. A.