:: no tomorrow ::

"Woohoo!" he yells, like a young Homer.
You can see he's happy -
He's won loads and loads of money.
The lottery, you know.

Onto the phone, like there's no tomorrow,
He phones his mother in Europe -
"Sixty Thousand!" he yells ecstatically,
"And not a cent less!"

"Your mother is not well," a foreign voice says.
You can hear the news is not good -
"A temperature of 106," the voice continues,
"Rising as we speak - I was about to call you ... "

Funny that - saying there's no tomorrow.

Copyright © 1/03/1996 Randolph Potter

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