Premium Bonds Win
How scarce are the rewards of life When, fifty-eight years on, And nearly dead of pestilence, They tell you that you’ve won. You’ve won a Premium Raffle Draw Of twenty-five pounds’ worth Th’amount is small but statement big As to your place on earth. by Georgia A reply
Nearly dead from pestilence? You surely overspeak! I thought ’twas just a malady That lasted through the week. But sad to say, it’s got me now It’s keeping me indoors, Along with sixteen others - I fell victim at the Shaws’. No Raffle Prize for me alack, Alas so sad to tell: Just two lines on the LFT And feeling not so well. by Mark |
Some premium bonds bought in the early 1960s finally won a prize just as the owner (Georgia) caught Covid.
Brother Mark replies that he caught it at a party where sixteen others also succumbed. |