Some events
Tuppence he said as he passed
me the firework.
My smile made it money well spent.
I went down to the gasworks.
Bang it went.
My ears pounding, resounding,
the thrill of it confounding
as the bang went cold
leaving me wondering
why a two penny bang
should leave me so astounded.
Eight pence he said as passed
me the beer.
First taste made it money well spent.
We three at the Bells.
Glug, glug it went.
Taste buds floundering, first
encountering,
blurring my surrounding
as the beer went down
leaving me wondering
why a half of bitter
should leave me so astounded.
No charge she said as she kissed me.
Her softness would be money well spent.
First time for everything.
That’s how it went.
Passion mounting, so
embarrassing,
my senses cherishing
as our tongues met
leaving me wondering
why the kiss of this girl
should leave me so astounded.
Tuppence was spent on those open eyes.
My tears made it money hard spent.
I went out to the garden.
Crack my heart went.
My tears mounting, faith
doubting,
this sad grey day outing
as the world went cold
leaving me wondering
why a death so expected
should leave me so astounded.
Some know the cost of
everything,
monies spent or occasionally lent.
Some know the value of
nothing.
All they do is pay you rat rent.
Never giving,
never living,
keeping it close, everyone rejected,
leaving me wondering
why wealth so infected
would even be collected.
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