Its the poor what gets the blame

While I am preparing a suitable outfit for
tomorrows storms ; greasing up my wet suit,
and warming up my wellies I get an email from
Barbados from some of the toffs. Gadget-Stephens
and Theodore Funnell are swanning about the
Green monkey course in Barbados no doubt guests
of Dermot Desmond. They are probably wearing
garish short sleeve shirts and tailored shorts ,
chasing lovely mulatto gels, and sipping cocktails
by the pool. ( Who shite by the poool , like ? ).
As once again I was not invited this year, I
feel a bitter tumor growing in my gut. Why was I born
with a plastic spoon in my mouth ? Why has the Diamond
Dandy once again left me high and wet at the Dale. Heads
will roll......shite will hit the fan ....or will it ?
As I sit down , staring at the memsahib over the
dinner table eating my gruel my mind drifts to the white
sands caressed and bathed by the silky warm waters of
the Caribbean.
" Its the rich what gets the pleasure
Its the poor what gets the blame
And its all a f+cking shame....."
Pass the bottle will ya, Mick