I bought the wrong winning ticket,
easy mistake to make,
and yet the council
won’t take the wrong money
to pay off my bills,
the slave owners of credit cards
insist I still owe them
despite mistakenly wanting to settle
my debt and the milkman
is adamant that he still feels
obligated to inform me
that I should hand over
the spondoolicks for my
regular full cream top.
I wanted to shell out shrapnel
to the people that own my house
I felt I should at least reimburse
them for my bed,
and compensate for my education,
give them the time of day
if I could for all the tea I have drunk
whilst on inactive service
repay the Kings many shillings
then with the wrong winning ticket
I should be feel glad to assist;
my wrong winning ticket,
surely six numbers they would except.
Ian D. Hall 2017