In response to your bed tax campaign, I've written a poem.
Tony Blair, don't you dare,
A tax on beds is quite unfair!
Mr Prime Minister, we've had enough
Of the endless rise in tax on stuff.
These inflated rates we pay on water
Are bound to make our profits shorter.
As increased wages rise and rise,
It leads us to our own demise.
Just watch our blood begin to boil
As rates again go up on oil.
And is it a test of our endurance
You raising rates on national insurance?
And now your pièce de résistance
Leads us all a merry dance:
As well as soaring overheads
Now you want a tax on beds!
Asking for extra tax from guests,
Will you next be charging birds for nests?
We already pay huge business tax
So please, Mr Blair, get off our backs.
It seems that what we reap, you sow,
Yet you want our prices to be low.
Increasing price for profit margin
Will only make abroad a bargain.
We'll wave goodbye when clients flee
As Europe rubs its hands with glee.
Enough is enough, Mr Tony Blair,
A tax on beds? Don't you dare!
Best Western Premier Moor Hall Hotel & Spa, Sutton Coldfield, West Midlands
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