176 – Chuggers

Poem number 176
Boys eating cheese on a hot summer night
Girls with prosecco and fags,
Fundraising men in their tabards alight
With their buckets and clipboards and bags.
‘Give us a fiver a month!’ is their cry
‘And we’ll mend the whole world in a jiffy!’
The cheese eating boys said ‘No thank you, goodbye’
And the girls on prosecco were squiffy
So off the men went, in their tabards of gold
With their logos and sense of belief
To alight somewhere else where the folks were more old
And were tilted towards tax-relief.
Onwards and onwards, ever anon
Chugging money with hope in their eyes
The men travelled onwards and onwards and on
Under cloudless, indifferent skies.


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