So they think they've been smart with the budget this year,
Far from it, they're miles off, sadly, I believe and fear!
Do we appear to be fooled by a government so dump?
The devils a bit, we're sober, not drunk from fine Dáil rum!
Well now the Irish, it's said, have a tremendous wit,
So, forgive me as I pass the minister I'll have to spit,
For I have a sour taste in my mouth since the budget,
And I feel like telling the government where to shove it!
At last, I am a lady and must refine myself in all ways,
But when I hear them flattering themselves each day,
I want to scream, shout and let the Dáil chamber hear
We'd be so appreciative if they were gone next year!
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice humour