Hey there, Warmist, have you any tax?
Yes Sir, sure have, stacks and stacks.
A tax on the battler,
A tax on the poor,
And tax to make the rich still richer, courtesy of Gore.
A Nursery Rhyme for AGW
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Boadicea's Chariot 
Hey there Bearsy, have you any facts?
Yes Sir, no Sir, your arguments are lax.
A plague of something
Has a lovely ring
Green is the colour, so we all should sing!
Well, not that I believe this of course, just couldn’t resist it!
Inspired, Bearsy, but very short.
So is my hair.
Well, I suppose poets traditionally have flowing locks but I don’t think this is compulsory, Bearsy. 😉
Araminta, my modern version is exactly the same length as the original, which devolves from the ‘Great’ or ‘Old Custom’ wool tax of 1275, which required half a mark (6s 8d) to the Crown per sack, about 5 per cent of the value.
You purist, you! 😉
That’s what happens when you live with a medieval historian, Araminta. 😆
I had a sneaking suspicion that this might just have something to do with it, Bearsy. 🙂
Crikey, She can’t be that old, I’ve heard of octogenarians and centenarians but never medievals 🙂
It’s a good one, Bearsy. 🙂
Cute sheep, is she single or has Tony D already beat me to a date? 🙂