My Five-Pound Note (a jaunty rhyme with a sad(ish) ending).
Once I found a five-pound note
upon that note a note I wrote
I wrote a note about a stoat
Upon that five-pound note.
I spent that note
and bought some bread
that I would toast
I’d toast the bread;
some coffee beans
that I would roast;
I would roast the beans;
the toast was eaten,
the coffee was drunk,
and my five-pound note was all but shrunk,
I had no more than a penny left
Of my five-pound note
I felt bereft.
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At least you had a little sense
To mourn the spending of your pence.
My finances are at an all time low*
So in a rhyme the details had to go.
*Poetic Licence used here^
G:)
perhaps you’ll come across more 🙂 or is it moor?
It is both, and neither; but, mostly, both. G:)