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The Bank was Big

An amusing poem about how banks somehow never seem to be in the wrong. ,

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sara

Date:

13 December 2006

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Mother Day Poems

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The Bank was Big

The Bank was Big,
The Bank was Strong,
The Bank was Never In The Wrong.

It fleeced its customers with charges,
Closed down all its local branches,
Paid its Top Cats Greed-O-Money
(Made foreign loans that went all funny),
Cherry-picked to keep the poor out
(Of that there isn't any doubt),
Kept queues up high, staff numbers low
(The internet's where you MUST go)
Swanned around with loads of cash
But somehow made a complete hash
Of turning in a decent profit
(Those immoral loans had surely cost it) -
Spent millions on its advertising
(Though nothing changed, expensive lying),
Lent only on security it cashed in far too easily,

Bloated, crass, it did its worst -
Led by the bumbling grey Accursed.

-unknown -

I thought I knew a thing or two of beauty: I've known your love since I was hours old.

There Is No Difference in the Way I Love You

There is no difference in the way I love you, Even though you're gone these many years. I think of you this Mother's Day as ever:

Thoughts Of Mom

4 years of age- My mommy can do anything! 8 years of age- My mom knows alot! A whole lot!

Mrs. Mom

You are my mom working hard at what you do best you clean, cook, and take care of us while dad does the rest

A Villanelle for Mother's Day

A villanelle for Mother's Day Should take me just about an hour: Writing it is child's play. Because I know just what to say, And rhyming's quite within my power, To write it should be child's play.

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