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The Money God...James Inglesby My Dad! He's sitting up there you know, My dad, oh, yes sirreee… On top of the world, on cloud nine, Yep, that's just about where he'll be! When my dad was alive… He had money by the score, Looked after all of us, No-one could look after us more. He looked after my mum so well, She never had a worry or fret, Well after all, when said and done, With my dad – she was all set! No worries when he went… For he had provided her well, With money and security…! But things didn't work out that swell. Something happened that caused such pain, And gave mum a really harsh life, Almost destitute, no money… Now all she has is strife. But my bro said to mum one night, ‘Get to the bingo mum!' ‘For the money God is about tonight!' And yep, he was, because she won! Now every time mums got no money, And things are really grim, You can bet your life, when she goes out, She will always, always win! ‘Housey housey,' mum shouts out, For he was there once again…! Our dad, the money God! To help ease my mums pain! For she worries oh so much, Can't afford this, that, and the other, But every time there's me dad…the money God, Looking after our mother! For those who say there's no after life, Well this I say to you! We are convinced, we all believe… Cos my dad always shows on through! Way To Go Dad! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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