If you' feeling George Osborne's pinch at the moment here's a few words of comfort for you which recently came to Tonbridge Blog's attention:
Tax his land, tax his bed,
Tax the table at which he's fed.
Tax his work, tax his pay,
He works for peanuts anyway!
Tax his cow, tax his goat,
Tax his pants, tax his coat.
Tax his tobacco, tax his drink,
Tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his car, tax his gas,
Find other ways to tax his ass.
Tax all he has then let him know,
That you won't be done until he has no dough.
When he whines then tax him more,
Tax him until he's good and sore.
Then tax his coffin, tax his grave,
Tax the earth in which he's laid.
When he's gone, do not relax,
It's time to apply the inheritance tax.
Now do you feel better?!..