A big black cloud appeared in the sky
As I looked my bank manager in the eye
He said Mr. B
I want a word with thee
You’re over your limit
And I want my fee
I was only over by twenty Peeee
That’s not so bad I said earnestly
Twenty Peeee, he said furiously
That’ll be thirty-five pounds please
It’s for the bank of course
Not for me.
Poems by Benny Bellamacina taken from the top selling UK series of books "Piddly poems" for children. www.bennybellamacina.com
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