Saviodsilva


Bernard Gluck
Poem

Nine Ninety-Nine

I hate when a price is like nine ninety-nine!
They really must think I am dumb.
Whom do they think they are kidding each time?
I cannot much longer keep mum.

And take gasoline at one something point nine!
Why don't they just make it a ten?
If they'd just round it off that would really be fine
We're truly intelligent men.

Bernard Gluck


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