Fifteen Euros
¶ 1
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For once I knocked off early,
And went out for a stroll,
With fifteen euros in my pocket
Burning a great hole.
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One crumpled note, five tarnished coins,
Just itching to be spent,
Were all that I had over
After food, clothes, bills and rent.
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I could have bought a book or two,
An underpriced CD…
But I procured a ticket
For the Match at Marassee.
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I went to a Tobacconist’s,
And proffered my ID,
Coughed up my fifteen euros
For a right-side South End seat.
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Then I felt tired and thirsty,
I fancied a coffee.
Alas, I’d no more money left,
My wallet was empty.
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Instead I toddled quickly home,
And brewed a cuppa tea,
Then sat down with my feet up
In front of the TV.
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Fifteen measly euros,
All earned with my brow’s sweat.
Fifteen lousy euros,
Yet I’m prepared to bet:
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If I’d ten million euros,
No happier they’d make me
Than those Fifteen that paid for me
To be at Marassee!
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23/1/07
Denys E. W. Jones
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