Topic: The Empty letterbox
Hi all just a little poem I wrote , trying to be tongue in cheek but get the point across, I got the idea when I just went out to get my mail one day..a true story....wish I could think of a tune for it....:)
The Empty Letter Box
I dreaded coming home to see what the postman had inserted
Into my little letterbox and I know this sounds perverted
Hardly ever was it empty nor was it all good news
Only bills from banks and such , not much to amuse
And things I knew nothing of but still I had to pay
Credit cards of many kinds, my funds they did decay
I’d see the name on the envelope and my blood would just run cold
From Westpac down to Citibank, emblazoned there so bold
I’d open them with cold despair and look with disbelief
At Interest rates of 30% , I cried “Good f***** Grief!! "
She has gone mad , I speak my piece, but to no avail
She says to me “ Don’t be a scrooge, besides, it was all on sale !"
Well, She gets a private mail box so no longer do I see
But who do they call when the bill is not paid , silly bloody ME !
I crack the biggest wobbly and fall down in a heap
I say beware of what you sow , for you shall surely reap…
Rules were made, but not obeyed, this man was ground to paste
Till trust is gone and all is done and a family’s laid to waste
Now I sit in my empty house , and hear only the ticking of the clocks
But revel in the joy that is … the Empty Letterbox.