Hillaire Belloc's Fatigue always brings a wry smile to my face:
I'm tired of Love: I'm still more tired of Rhyme.
But Money gives me pleasure all the time.
And Richard Amour's Money poem, I can definitely relate to!
That money talks
I won't deny.
I heard it once.
It said, 'Goodbye.'
And now I really really must:
Hoover
Go for a swim
Do some work!
Para xx

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