POUND FOOLISH - © 1997

I must go out to the shops again, to spend my weekly wages

I was on the Front Street yesterday, yet to me that seems just ages

A yearning fills my breast once more, to shop around and ponder

What has taken me all week to earn? In the blink of an eye I’ll squander

Like running water through my hands, Money trickles through my fingers

I must get this, then I’ll get that, Money is not allowed to linger

Soon once more I’ll be spent up, nay look, now I’m insolvent

Perhaps this time my lessons learnt, In the face of the lack of finance

I cannot resist a shopping spree; I must go and see a shrink

Be more controlled with money, and not buy before I think

Do I really need this; is it a price I can afford?

If not, walk on don’t touch it, be strong say no find the door

Then much later and much shrewder, I’ll buy only what I need

Then on special offer, I think I’ve taken heed

Pound-foolish am I no longer; I’m careful what I spend

I’ve been there got the tee shirt, now my ways I will amend

I’ve money in the bank once more, I’ve seen my savings grow

My debts are paid, I can breathe again, and it’s a pleasure not to do owe

There’s always the temptation, and sometimes I find it hard

Not to fall back into my old ways, so I’ve cut up my credit cards

I only spend now what I can afford, No matter what my hearts’ desire

I hope the moral of this tale, Can other spendthrifts at some time inspire?