Her love was like a demand for unpaid tax.
First the brown paper envelope suggested dread.
Then the demand said...'PAY UP',
He demanded an appeal on the £3480.40.
The appeal was granted so he ate the demand.
Her love cost him £5.50 for a reg envelope plus stamp.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it Sid, this really made me laugh, you obviously still have your sense of humour which is what one needs as one gets older! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Great! ! ! !