Sunday, 11 September 2011

The Wallet

Oh balderdash the wallet’s gone
my cards and various proceeds
my leather bound survival wrap
the source of all my exceeds

Authorities have been informed
dodging criminal exploitations
right now I’m left with minor pence
trouncing travel expectations

It’s all my fault and mine alone
I sit confused and wondering
what kind of absent mindedness
allowed me such a blundering

Advice will come I’m sure it will
to the point where I’m revolted
on ways to lock a stable door
once the trusty steed has bolted

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