Sorry Lament For Gilded Wallets
When I consider what my wife has spent
In Paris and Milan, and Milton Keynes
Small wonder I've created many scenes
Small wonder she refuses to relent
You see now why my mien is tired and bent
She started out at humble Village Halls
Succumbed then to the lure of market stalls
And soon enough to major shopping malls
When I added my credit bills together
In horror, shock and awe, as in a trance
Small wonder I refused to join her dance
You could have knocked me down with a feather
What could one girl want with so much leather?
She started out a'clad in wool and denim
Soon she'd dressed to kill at Blenheim
And left me here, reduced to my last pennym
Contributors: | Beefy, Roland, Grayman, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 5th February 2004 by Anon.. |