It dwindles in and rushes out
at such a rate of knots!
There's little time to draw one's breath,
to figure what we've got.
The bills keep rising higher and higher;
petrol prices sore:
Governments add to our demise
by demanding more and more.
Yet through this vast shambolic mess
we have to learn to cope:
Snacks and treats we soon discard,
to give a little hope.
Holidays to must be reviewed,
with little cash to hand:
So we'll pitch a tent on the beach
and build castles with the sand!