Honey it is the money, Have you any?

Honey it is the money, Have you any?

Like life and death, fines and taxes are inevitable

When making principal is the principle, there is no principle

Like bills and premium , debt and deposit are a treat,

Until a single fault or default mean a retreat.



The annoying soliciting afternoon calls which keep you awake

The enticing e-mails with the bonanza from lottery you didn’t partake

The occasional salesman with sardonic smile, away with his cake

Honey it is the money, have you any to take?



The varied ways of making the wages are so strong

Because fine is a tax for doing wrong

As tax is a fine for doing the good

May it be so, all the monies are yours or govt.’s food



In life, let all your deeds be fine,

As the benefactor’s indebted lives will be thine

Death is the final call alike for a do -gooder or a sinner

From the creator who is always the winner



Yearn for more, to make your life fine

Earn more and more to pay all tax or fine

All the clings and clanging coins can change

the rich and famous or the bold and beautiful in your range



The desperate wives may keep the doctor in the house

Only to make him play, hide and seek with the mouse

Many a debt and tax may make his pleasure minimal

Honey, it is the money, differentiating animals from manimal



Lucky I am not in debt

But indebted to Ankala who is so adept

In making me find syntaxes so fine

And hang on at the favorite site of mine



The moving finger writes on

Having writ it has gone

So don’t borrow the sorrows from tomorrow

As tomorrow is today's worry, with yesterdays sorrow