The Pastie Eaters

The queue that morning was exceptionally long
Here on Churchgate in bustling Bolton.
Lots of faces never seen before
Giving support to a brand new law.

Lining up were several MPs
Looking to fill their empty bellies.
I noticed two interns and a lord and a lady
It all seemed to be a little bit shady.

“We’re here every lunchtime,” they say
“And just before closing every day.
We are you see just ordinary people
The workers’ pastie is our usual staple.

“We buy pasties either hot or cold
The price depends on how they’re sold.
We’re backing the man who sets the Budget
He who wants the pence from your pocket.”

A digital screen is fixed to the wall
Wired to a computer kept in Whitehall
To measure the temperature of your purchase.
Ask the people, is this justice?

Later that day the screen was torn down
To a great hurrah heard all over the town
And it’s because our George is so keen to please
And who doesn’t do U-turns. Except in threes.