Oh here's my friend the postman,
Well what have you got today?
Electric bill?
Gas bill?
More bills I have to pay.
With rising costs of energy,
I dread to open these letters,
The quarterly bills, are now doubling in price,
Don't look like it's going to get better,
I think I'll seek out my old fur coat,
This winter,
I'll need it for sure,
With the rising rate of inflation,
We all need a miracle cure.
Jayne Davies
The miracle cure is our frugality only.Inflation would be more killing beacause of the ongoing war.Nice write about the present universal problems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So very funny...yet, so very sad. At least, you're able to laugh about it. Great poem, Jayne!
Thank you Richard! I appreciate your comments as always x