Premium Bond Lament

by | Jun 20, 2012 | Poetry | 0 comments

I bought myself some Premium Bonds
In nineteen seventy two
I didn’t want a big return
A twenty-five would do

But Ernie must have passed me by
No letter in the post
He must know lots of other folk
Who need his cash the most

I don’t say that I’m really poor
Or need a bigger stash
But I would feel far happier
If Ernie sent some cash

I have this picture in my mind
Where I am fading fast
A letter comes as I pass on
To say I’ve won at last

The last thing I’ll remember
Are the faces of my kin
All trying hard to hide their joy
At Ernie’s timely win


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