the reason for poetry

One of our worthy hereditary peers of the realm has launched an attack on nurses in the National Health Service, and went on to criticise staff in dispensaries for taking too much time to dispense drugs (he compared it unfavourable to the service he gets in his grocers, saying dispensing was a simple job). I was instantly minded of a piece by Hillaire Belloc, and I hope someone in his close acquaintance will remind him of it.

Lord Finchley tried to mend the Electric Light
Himself. It struck him dead: And serve him right!
It is the business of the wealthy man
To give employment to the artisan.