The Gord’s Prayer
Gordon Brown is my shepherd, I shall not work.
He leadeth me beside the still factories.
He restoreth my faith in the political opposition.
He guideth me in the path of unemployment.
Yea, though I wait for my dole,
I own the bank that refuses me.
He has anointed my income with taxes,
My expenses runneth over my pay.
Surely poverty and hard times will follow me all the days of his term.
From hence forth, we will live all the days of our lives in a rented home with an overseas landlord.
This is from a post at The Spectator. There are other similar items in the thread. One commenter points out that this parody is not knew, with some amendments it has been doing the rounds since Harold Wilson’s time.
Adam wonders whether there have ever been any NZ versions, for example from the Lange/Douglas period? He is surprised it did not surface in the Clark/Cullen era.
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