Warmbanks

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.