Optional Life
Money is a matter.
Telling me a Potter.
Child is very expensive,
Posted me a daughter.
When you was a child,
Your mum wasn’t wild,
If she can afford you,
Why are you a hooter?
I work always hard,
But my wife was a guard,
Always looking after me,
She wasn’t a modern cheater.
Social life was very cheap,
But nobody has a loud weep,
Cold was everywhere cold,
I enjoyed only coal heater.
Central heating, electricity and gas,
Heated up one face and two face,
That’s why she has complaint,
Optional life is a meter.
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2006
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