Letter to the P.M.

Dear mister prime minister

I am not very old

But I’m writing you this letter

Cos it’s time that you were told

My daddy doesn’t like you

And mummy doesn’t too

Cos daddy lost his job last month

And he says it’s cos of you

Now mummy’s got to find a job

So she can buy us shoes

And daddy now plays cards all night

But all he does is lose

My mummy isn’t happy

Cos my daddy couldn’t stay

He borrowed some-one’s money

And the police took him away

And now we haven’t got a house

Cos the bank man took the key

So now we all live in one room

In a smelly B&B

Now I know why daddy hates you

And I hate you just the same

You didn’t do your job right

Thats why you’re the one I blame