Warmbanks

  I learned a new word today

  And it left me aghast

  A concept far too bleak and cruel

  Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

  For ghosts of Christmas past.

  For Ebenezer wept,

  Even one as mean as he

  Because even a loan shark knows

  That people need to eat

  And heat. Blessed heat

  But they did not just kill the golden goose.

  They carved it up for meat.

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  Honestly it was hard to put into words just how horrified I was when the idea of warmbanks was announced, it told me just how far the UK had fallen as a nation that there might ever be a need for them. Still I did try to put it into words, or at least verse, but frankly to do my true feelings justice this poem would have been nothing but expletives.