About to take up my pen,
I'm distracted again.
Not by something shiny,
(Oh, I hate to sound whiny)
But by the opposite:
It seems my deposit
Had not cleared
Before my money disappeared.
Curse you, auto-pay! Weep and moan!
And curse you, too, foul Studen Loan!
Alas! Great writing's hard to spawn
When one's account is overdrawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Succinct and witty Writing style This little ditty Made me smile Steve