<u>Warmbanks</u>


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    I learned a new word today


    And it left me aghast


    A concept far too bleak and cruel


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    For ghosts of Christmas past.


    For Ebenezer wept,


    Even one as mean as he


    Because even a loan shark knows


    That people need to eat


    And heat. Blessed heat


    But they did not just kill the golden goose.


    They carved it up for meat.


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    Honestly it was hard to put into words just how horrified I was when the idea of warmbanks was announced, it told me just how far the UK had fallen as a nation that there might ever be a need for them. Still I did try to put it into words, or at least verse, but frankly to do my true feelings justice this poem would have been nothing but expletives.