Lotteries Bring Us Little Snowdrops
Divest yourself of all your wealth!
The bilious broker cries
Then seizes all our cash, by stealth
By lurings and by lies
The promise of a prize
And all across the trading floor
The jobbers hawk their trash
A little less, a little more
But always needing cash
To stabilise their stash
While, seated quietly in the box,
The bulls and bears await
Aiming to outfox the fox
And fix the starting-gate
So penury's our fate
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, Beefy, P. |
Poem finished: | 22nd June 2004 by Roland. |