‘AND PIGS MIGHT FLY’

It was crisis day in the Parliament

The House was hushed and still,

As a Member rose with a question:

“Are we doomed to go downhill?”
”I’m confident of an upturn.”

The PM made reply:

“If workers’ pay is held at bay

We’ll all be home and dry.”



“How true! How true!” cried the workers

“Let’s end this wicked strike,

We don’t want a rise in wages,

They can stick it where they like.”



“Thank God! Thank God!”

Sobbed the bosses.

“There’s faith on the factory floor,

And now we’ve got this extra lot

We’ll give it to the poor!”



They filled their pockets with money

And ran with eager feet

Pressing their surplus profits

On the people in the street.



They moved among the dole-queues

And boarded every bus,

With streaming eyes and heartfelt cries:

“You need it more than us!”



Soon all the people prospered

And the devil became a saint

Now that the sober unions

Had exercised restraint

And the cities were filled with singing

And the sound of laughter spread

As hand took hand in the golden land

And pigs flew overhead.

Author Unknown

Sadly ..... too bloody true

BRILLIANT