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The Charge of the Heavy Mob

Half price sale, half price sale’ Half price sale today. Into the town centre on a bus Rode those to be plundered. Forward the crowd as it swayed “Charge on your card! The cry Into the town centre to shop Rode those to be plundered Shoppers to the right of them Shoppers to the left of them Shoppers all in front of them Brolly and handbag drawn, at bargains They wondered. Storming the shelves they yelled On to the tills they fell Into the jaws of debt Into the hardest sell Charged those that were plundered Where are the deals they made? Oh how they did some trade All the town wondered Would bill’s ever be paid In the homes of those That were plundered. Charlie Milne 2008 Thank you and sorry, Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), A great poet from a time of the greatest poets.

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