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Credit Cards.


They make it oh, so easy we can shop until we drop,
The only ruddy thing is…we don't know when to stop!

We see things in the window, but we haven't got a dime,
So we get it on our card, after all, its not a 'crime!'

So off we go again, we see bargains by the score,
We buy, and buy, and buy again, till we cant carry anymore!

Home we go, and what relief, and what a lot we've got!
And not parted with any money, we should be bloody shot!

Four weeks later...the postman brings us lots of mail,
And oh, cor blimey and sugar plumbs, we're carted off to jail!

The moral of this ditty is...plastic is no good!
And when you're tempted, wait, ask yourself if you should!

If you haven't got the money, don't buy any wares!
And when you go to sleep at night, you won't have any cares!





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