Fiscal sonnet

My lord, what a fate!
Out of pocket, and a lower rate
Inflating away capital gains,
little for the consumer remains
No longer can we have self-indulging lunch,
our money has been bitten by the credit crunch
Gone are the holy days of glory,
that past has now become a frontline story
Could there be a more worse spill-over effect?
One that scars, leaves a remorseful impact
The man and his lady groans,
'oh dear, we need another loan!'
And the kingdom frowns,
don't we all wish we wore the golden crown?