Breakfast With Ian Duncan-Smith

I normally eat cereal or, maybe, a boiled egg,

But today I’m having caviar, and ham, carved from the leg,

There’s gold cutlery and linen cloth, and spreads brought from the deli,

And candied fruits and plovers’ eggs, to tempt and fill my belly.

And I said to Ian Duncan-Smith, how can we eat this spread?

When people are going hungry, it’s messing with my head,

But he smiled a smile of smug content, said, don’t listing to that braying,

And have another roasted quail, it’s all for free, the plebs are paying.