The central heating's never on! I wear my anorak!
The first day that September's gone, till I learn June's come back!
I catch the bus, as I've no car… They cost the Earth today!
And anyway, I don't go far, at home, I'd rather stay…
I'll never go abroad at all, so keep your planes and trains!
Stay on the ground, you'll rarely fall, avoid those aches and pains!
Don't need a passport, never will, I've got no cause to roam…
Of true romance I've had my fill, I've got no wife at home!
My food's delivered week-by-week, that's hundreds saved each year,
But even when things look so bleak, I never buy a beer!
I'm saving money where I can, I'm full of energy…
And conservation's my life's plan, look how it's worked for me…
Cash in the bank, enough to pay my funeral costs and more…
A cardboard box will do okay… Three flowers, maybe four…
Denis Martindale June 2017.
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