I asked God for a million pounds,
Quite late the other night,
When I think back, that prayer astounds,
Yet who knows if God might?
If you don't ask, then you don't get,
My Dad was known to say,
I must admit I lost my head,
That heatwave made me stray...
The lottery was in my mind,
Ten tickets I've just bought,
So Saturday's the day I'll find
If I've done what I ought...
I've made sure that they'll never roam,
I've locked them up inside
My trusty little safe at home,
The safest place to hide...
On Saturday, results are shared,
I'll have my TV on,
That's when I'll learn if God has cared
Or if all hopes are gone...
A million pounds should be enough,
My brand new life to start,
Proposing to the girl I love,
The girl who holds my heart...
If not, we'll never wed at all,
No children we could raise,
No souvenirs we could recall
Until the end of days...
It's up to God if these are lost,
But what can poor folks do?
That's why I'm praying, fingers crossed
And hope I win, NOT YOU!
Poet's Notes about The Poem
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