My Tight Parents Poem by VICTORIA GEORGE

My parents were just a bit funny
They were both amazingly tight
In order to get pocket money
Dad always put up a fight

I’ve still got my dad’s I.O.U’s
From thirty five - years ago!
At the time it gave me the blues
Cos I never had any dough

Christmas Eve nine-teen sixty eight
It still goes round in my head
Dad came back from work late
Told us Father Christmas was dead!

He told us that Santa was mugged
On his way to deliver our goods
Set upon by two nasty thugs
A pair of drug addled hoods!

I was asked one day at my school
What date my birthday was on?
I admit that I felt quite a fool
Couldn‘t answer - I’d never had one!

My parents told my class head
Don’t tell her about the school trip
Say it’s been cancelled instead
Please tell her this one little fib!

I know it sounds like a joke
When I tell it now - age forty three
But my parents were really too broke
To spend very much money on me (aaah)

copyright Victoria George