CARRY ON TUESDAY
The words in blue are the first line of Oliver Wendell Holmes poem
THE BILLIONAIRE'S LAMENT
Little I ask, my wants are few,
Just a Cadillac or two,
Just a pad at Malibu.
That's all I need.
I'm quite abstemious as you know,
I don't need a lot of dough.
Just a trip to Jericho.
And that's not greed.
Of course a heated swimming-pool,
Children at a top-notch school,
All to make the neighbours drool.
Why not, I say.
Outfits coming from Dior
Persian carpets on my floor,
Why shouldn't I have more and more,
When I can pay?
The proletariat may whine
About these luxuries of mine,
But I continue doing fine
I make a splash.
Let them whinge and let them bleat,
Let them sleep out in the street;
Luxury is hard to beat.
And I've got cash!
Reflecting, shining, appetising.
Cradled in a bowl.
I just loved your Billionaire's Lament!
Is that billionaire really lamenting? Sounds like a rather supercilious fellow to me. Rather!
Loved it - wish I could whine on like that! Not really - as my needs are few!
I hear what you are saying, but I think more and more even billionaires realize money will not bring happiness. More and more are donating to/ working for causes. I have the utmost respect for Bill and Melinda Gates, for example.
More, more more. Sounds like an empty life doesn't it?
Dead good rhyme!!
I love these, such a way with words you have:-)
Clever approach! :-)
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