My weekly treat,might not seem much?
I look foreward to it even so
A scratch card,costing one whole quid
they’ll make me rich one day,you know.

excitement bubbles on the way home
wont rush the moment,no way
grab a coffee,and my lucky penny
mouth dry ,calm down,you’re okay

wait?oh…buggar!it’s only a pound
that’ll pay for my card next week
for a couple of hours,in my head I was loaded
Oooh, and it was really sweet!

This poem was written/submitted by lynne hannah cannon.