Friday, February 5, 2010

Topless: A Poem About Economics

It was a dark
and stormy day
Nobody went out to play

The wind stood up
and flew about
Your roof unfurled and
you ran out

“What luck,” you cried,
as the peak rolled by.
“I’m fully insured,”
and wiped a tear from your eye.


2 comments:

  1. I hope this doesn't mean that your roof blew off.

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  2. Nope! My next-door neighbor's roof. She was all over it and within an hour had somebody putting up tarps, and had an appt set up for yesterday with the insurance adjustor. She already has the check! Formidable.

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