For The Boy Who Coudn'T Save Poem by Not Long Left

There was once a boy called Dave,
who found it impossible to save.
He always wasted his money,
and had to borrow of his mummy
and now he lives in a cave.

Every penny he earned,
he used for items he yearned,
Shirts, and slippers,
cigars and the sea's finest kippers,
money was something he burned.

Then one day the ballifs came,
and poor Dave was never the same,
Everything he had bought,
Had left him short,
And with out his pleasues he went insane.

He left the good life and climbed the hills,
and no longer worried about all those bills,
Lived on his own in a little damp cave,
let this be a warning for those who don't save.