Frizz Warwick

Credit Crunch

Money is tight we all weep and moan
Off to the bank again to extend the loan

Down the shops for economy and own brands
We watch as the money slips from our hands

We have no euros, no pounds and no bucks
Instead of Chessington lets go feed the ducks...

We save every penny and that is the motto
Just enough left for a lucky dip lotto

No chance of a pay rise they told us last Monday
We're down to a roast dinner every other Sunday

So food, petrol, everything is going sky high
The money we had 'spare' has all but run dry

But why are so many families suffering in need?
Well that because 'fat cats et al' live on pure greed

So here's a vote against the money grabbing bunch
As we hold on for dear life 'til the end of the credit crunch

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 6, 2008

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