My Dad got a book full of vouchers
The DIY store had a sale
He worked out the tools, he’d be needing
That vouchers help buy without fail
First a big tool pouch & pencils
A hammer drill plus ten free bits
Ten pound off an orbital sander
And nine different screwdriver bits
B.O.G.O.F. on two metal trestles
With fifty percent off a shed
Next time keep your money off vouchers
Let dad save his money instead
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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We use to call them Rashion coupons! Now they're Food Stamps. But you can only buy food with them. How things have changed. Now they have a plastic debit card to get food. Vouchers is what Obama wants to give the American people if he is elected. Good poem, Linda