You Have to Laugh!

I have always loved reading poetry and I have never been able to write it. However there was a time when I belonged to the Watchet Writers Circle (sadly no more) when one was duty bound to perform the monthly task which occasionally included a poem. I've been rummaging in the attic and here for your delectation is an example. I know it isn't poetry because a male friend of mine told me so.

The Recession (1995)



Children dear, was it yesterday,

Papa was made redundant?

It seems a hundred years ago,

That money was abundant.



Fencing lessons and your ski trips,

Will soon be things of the past,

There is some money stashed away,

We have got to make it last!



Charles, the chauffeur, will have to go,

We're going to sell the Rolls,

No weeks at Champneys now I fear,

Just to heap my head with coals.



Then there's negative equity,

And don't ask me what it means,

Cook is preparing dinner,

And that's another can of beans.



Meals are so much speedier now,

We don't have all those courses,

We have to keep our peckers up,

And not frighten the horses.



It's hell, it's tough, it's agony,

It's what's known as 'the slump',

And till it's over, little dears,

It is all hands to the pump!



When I was young like you , kiddies,

I was a cockney sparrer,

And blood will out, we'll be alright,

Yer grandad's got a barrer!