Burnt Fingers Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Burnt Fingers



My stockbroker said: 'Do not wait!
If you hesitate it is too late!
Buy Burmah, one ten,
an upturn is certain,
their North Sea interests are just great! '

On portfolio now lies a weight,
whose tale is too sad to relate,
the share is suspen
none know until when,
but the name of that broker does grate!

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(12 January 1975)
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