George and the Dragon

Sir Osborne he arose this day,
And donned his suit and purple tie,
And toddled off into the fray,
To do, and let some others die.

A public dragon roamed the land
And roared that things were far too tough.
Sir Osborne took the thing in hand,
Because his chums weren't rich enough.

Sir Osborne's chums most sorely feared
The dragon and its dreadful fame.
They knew not why it had appeared,
But had some thoughts on who to blame.

Sir Osborne mounted Vince, his steed,
And galloped to confront the foe
With tales of European greed
And weddings, holidays, and snow.

The dragon struck, and struck again,
Our hero's plump besuited flanks.
Sir Osborne knew that it would fain
Have eaten all his piggy banks.

He stabbed it with the fiscal sword
Held firmly in his sweaty mitts;
He chopped away the golden hoard
Which it had claimed on benefits.

And then, when the collapse was near,
Sir Osborne took an untaxed breath;
And, showing not a hint of fear,
He smirked the beastly thing to death.

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