An Army of Jam-Jars

An army of jam-jars,
Marching to war.
The birds in the trees
Ask them: “What for?”

“For Victory! What else?”
The jam-jars reply:
“Our battle cry is:
‘To win or to die!’”

On they all marched,
And it soon came to pass
They were all smashed to pieces,
Being made just of glass.

They should have stayed home,
Of that much I’m sure,
For jars were created
For jam, and not war.

Bankers

Why are bankers paid so much?
Are they all so out of touch
That what to us is purest greed
To them is merely what they 'need'?
Their bonuses, their massive wage
Are things that fill us up with rage.
We bail them out and then they whinge
If they can’t have their spending binge!
The world wide banking system’s ailing
And they want extra dosh for failing!
Are they all so out of touch
To think they should be paid so much?
Nurses, doctors, firemen, too
Do useful things for me and you.
Binmen, teachers, others cry:
‘Why is bankers’ pay so high?’
They’re parasites on honest folk
I hope their millions make them choke!
Are we all so soft a touch,
To let those bankers ‘earn’ so much?