Off to the Bookies

Off to The Bookies

I’m off to the bookies
To lay down a bet
Of when I will receive
A text from you next
I reckon February
A courtesy ‘hi’
Happy birthday dad
Well I know that’s a lie
The two to one fav
Well that has to be May
You’re low on funds
And it’s your birthday
Two days before
How are you?
I sent some money 
And off you flew.
My granddaughter’s birthday
A text to astound
You didn’t reply
When I sent twenty pound
December you inform me
I’ve bought all my gifts
Mine’s conspicuously missing
But I let it drift.
I send a ton
Thank you so much
For another five months
You’ll be out of touch.

David Cox 01/01/24
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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