Money makes the world go round

In my nest egg
I had a small coin,
A brown bird called
A farthing, a fourth
Of a proud penny
In the time of LSD.

I thought the bird
Was as dead as a Dodo,
A mythical creature
Unknown in Manchester.
One day I couldn't spend it
And the penny dropped.





Poetry by Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-13 at 20:48

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Clever . I'm smiling x decimalisation x
2021-09-13