for just seven pounds!
a bargain apparently we are told;
in the credit crunch,
but then it seems a liberty to pay
only seven pounds;
Go and buy clothes made from people not old
Will they get some lunch?
So Mrs Brown why did you buy the hat?
Because it was “Cheap”?
100 packs of noodles for that price
even in these times,
The Daily Mail’s front page where you sat
With people who weep
Inside we see unaffordable rice
Even in these times.
That beret’s not cheap, it comes from somewhere
Accumulate loot
In today’s green mint weaving industry
In the credit crunch
So, about Mrs Brown’s hat do I care?
Do we give a hoot?
Will they taste your rich and glossy honey?
In the credit crunch
Most of the time I dwell in his room writing poetry and prose about nearly everything and anything, but occasionally, like all creative minds (and students), I’ll destroy my body with excessive amounts of alcohol. Poetry is a form that before this year I had hardly touched, but now I write poetry everyday, with the occasional splattering of flash fiction and play writing. Cheers!!!
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