Identity theft
Slipping into your shoes
I rummaged through your litter
I found your name and postal code
and had a little titter.
Your credit card had almost dried.
Oh! No need to apologise,
the bank was eager to oblige,
and raised your credit to the skies.
Shredders are so popular,
they're going cheap at Curry's.
Go and buy one soon I say
you'll make it if you hurry.
I bought a TV there today
a laptop just for fun!
Pity, such a pity that
you couldn't come.
poem by Ruth Walters
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