Once I had a money box where I saved for a rainy day but the funny part about it, the rain never went away.
I would put money in then take it out, that is why my money box always suffered with a drought.
My rainy day money never grew at all because all I wanted was to go out and have a ball.
Now my sister was a bit of a miser that is because she was older and can I say, so much wiser.
Every month she would empty her tin plate box then shove all of her savings into one of her socks.
Then off she went to the post office to hand in the change just to receive a couple of savings stamps,in exchange.
Then she would come home and stick the stamps in a book and while she was sticking there always came a cocky look.
My sister never went shopping she was to mean to do that, so while she was saving money I was out buying a new hat.
As soon as I earned it I was out on the town and nine times out of ten I was dressed in a new gown.
By the time Monday came it was always the same I had spent all my money as if I had thrown it down the drain.
Then every Monday evening I would pick my money box lock or I would search amongst my treasures to see what I could hock.
I tried so much to save for a rainy day but it was impossible to keep the rain at bay.
"This Poem is only a story but there is a
message
in it and I hope you find it!
