Crisis Poem by Tin Can

In this time of economic crisis,
Where shops have inflated prices,
On clothing, electricals and food.
Energy bills are soaring,
As the cold season is drawing,
In for the seasonally affected mood.

Dare I say, old people are dying,
Whilst, in vain they are trying,
To heat a single room.
Babies are left crying,
Whilst young mums go out vying,
With one another to snap up a groom.

The populace overfeed,
Out of greed and not need,
Achieving irregular unproportional sizes.
You see them in town,
Big large and round,
Adding to the national crisis.

As I'm sat drinking my tea,
What do I see,
A side of beef, there in front of me.
Larger than life,
Somebody's wife,
With a thigh that could feed an eatery.

Were I a meat thief,
That huge side of beef,
I'd probably take home.
Mealtime would be brief,
As I sank in my teeth,
Eating my fill to the bone.

But, a theif I'm not,
So head home I trot,
Keeping myself out of mischief.
But she did look hot,
And kid you I not,
I could have taken her as my Mistress.