The Copperfields are turned to Gold
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It wasn’t Gerry Hitchens,
But rather Charles Dickens,
(The top-hatted man,
A Gillingham fan)
Whose celebrated character,
The impecunious Micawber,
When discoursing wide on rickets,
And the price of football tickets,
Formed the following apothegm,
That holds good now as then:
“Annual income, £20,
Annual expenditure, £20 and sixpence,
Result, misery;
Annual income, £20,
Annual expenditure, £19 19 shillings and sixpence,
Result, happiness.”
Now I know this seems like history,
But more or less,
These are his words,
(Surely wise not absurd)
I recollect
On the subject of debt,
Michael Ricketts,
And the price of football tickets.
The Copperfields of Olde England now turned to Cloth of Gold.
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