I always love to post a bit of political satire in rhyme, and the forthcoming FG/Lab marraige is like a gunshot marraige that just wont work.
But haste to the wedding anyway, we'll wake up with the hangover and the bill for it!!!!
Haste to the Wedding
Its haste to the wedding, haste to the wedding
The day it has dawned that all have been dreading
The best clothes are out the news it's spreading
Its all systems go and haste to the wedding.
Fine Gael she is blushing as the pregnant bride
Labour Party the groom to stand at her side
The Sinn Fein as proud parents look on in pride
Their day for the party they will not be denied.
Well they'll make promises and they will make spin
Of the great things that they'll do when they get in
Minimum wage reductions reversed when they win
They'll make gamblers pay for economic sin.
Its haste to the wedding, we'll all go in style
We wont be surprised if they don't last the full mile
We'll keep paying our taxes to keep them in style
And seriously doubt is democracy worthwhile!
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