Rejoice ! gilt-edged investors
and opulent directors,
the Easter break is near.
It's time to raise the price
of fuel ( to be precise ),
they'll pay up; always do.
Their whinging and their moaning
won't stop the swell of groaning
inflated bank accounts, and
when holidays are over
and we're set up in clover,
we'll drop the price (a bit).
It's better than the comics
more laughs than in the funnies.
We owe it all to April fuels,
those motorist Easter bunnies.
p.s. before you say that the last line is out of metre. Moat-rist is the usual pronunciation.
