The final bill has come due, They want their money, The money I wasted on honey, When the skies were sunny,
I’m the one who is feeling blue, the clouds are a different colour today, And you’d be right if you guessed they are grey,
But I ate the steak, So now I have to account for my mistakes, And pay it all, Even though I’m late.
©R. Spencer 2020
That's All Write 
I wrote this poem last year, before I started this blog.
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