Please don’t take my
cash away I need it in my purse, To take it away and just
have cards Will feel like I’ve
been cursed. What would I do when
grandchildren call And I reach for my
trusted stash? Pound coins that I have
been saving. See, I really do need cash. I need it for my papers That I like to read each day, Friends will pay
the newsagent ‘But we can’t take your
cards,’ they say. So please do tell me what
to do When my gardener comes
each week, Please tell me how I pay him. My future’s looking bleak. For I love my money boxes. I fill them to the brim, I can use this money for
many tips, Without would be a sin. So please don’t take my
cash away, Let me keep it in my purse, For I wouldn’t like
the feeling Of little old me being cursed.
A. R. Hopkins, Beltinge, Kent.