I'll share, will it ever get me there;
Maybe sixpence, or half crown;
I don't' let thing's get me down;
Ten bob note, is just the thing,
then you might just hear me sing;
One pound notes, are all a flutter,
stand well back, I really stutter.
Eur o's now, the rhyming's gone;
Can't rhyme that within my song;
Cuz, all I know is shillings and pence
and no, I wont get off the fence;
so if they tell you, you've to change,
your brain you'll have to re-arrange.......


and thank you for my smile 
Many thanks for your kind words, they are appreciated 






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