Puppy Love

Rah rah for the Treasury spad!
A charmingly suited young lad,
So youthful, so winning;
Such bragging and grinning
And blather and blah to be had!

Rah rah for the chancellor child
Who held all the toddlers beguiled
With bungs to keep healthy
And happy the wealthy,
And help them go running hog-wild!

Britons, rest content with your lot!
We've ditched the austerity rot!
Our chums get their loads:
The greens get more roads:
Rah rah for the Dom's fiscal tot!

Sir Winston de Pfeffel Shakespeare