Peoples minds are like parachutes...
in order to function properly they must first open.

And Pigs might fly
A poem by ANON

It was crisis day in the parliment
The house was hushed and still,
As the member rose with question:
"Are we doomed to go downhill?"

"I am confident of an upturn."
The PM made reply;
"If workers pay was 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.
"Theres faith on the factory,
and now we've got this extra lot

We'll give it to the poor!"
They filled their packets 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 the sober unions
had exercised restraint

And the cities were filled with singing
and the sound of laughter spread.
As a hand took hand in the Golden land
and PIGS flew over head.