Inflation Blues

My poem about inflation

Inflation Blues

Of course it's only three percent,

It can't be more, or I might have spent

Twice as much on my food today,

Than when I did the previous May.

But wait, well goodness me, I did!

Forgot the beans for the kid,

The spaghetti and the onions too,

The bread, the marge, the tube of glue

The cat's dinner, the rent was due,

Petrol, shoes, and the TV view....

(Sigh)

This list goes on and on and on

And suddenly the moneys gone.

It must be me, that cannot cope,

Used my savings, now I'm broke

Of course I know there's no need to fret

All was resolved when the 'think tank' met

To discuss it at their banquet

Or 'was it their 'Bank you ate'?

(Sigh)

Be thankful that there's no more due

The newsreader said, so it must be true.

And all the papers that I trust

Assure me that for now, I just

Could manage, just as every good

Public spirited citizen should

(for a musical version, go to frustratedscribbler.com)