IT'S SIMPLE, SIMON
IT’S SIMPLE, SIMON
Simple Simon met the pieman,
In the superstore.
He asked how much, the pieman said,
“Two pounds twenty-four.”
“They used to be a penny,”
Simon said with indignation.
The pieman said, “Since this was written,
They’ve been subject to inflation.”
Simon said, “I’m stoney broke,
Times are very hard.
I haven’t any cash left
And I’ve maxed my credit card.”
“I’m sorry,” said the pieman.
“That’s a very sorry tale.
Why don’t you go outside and put
Your Rolls Royce up for sale?”
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