The mailman walks so slowly. <br />They see him near our box. <br />The kids all run to check the mail <br />(normally without socks!) <br /> <br />''I call the credit card! '' <br />They say because they know. <br />We've now grown to expect it <br />like cold weather brings the snow. <br /> <br />It's one of the usual pieces <br />that they've come to just expect... <br />each day we're offered credit cards <br />(that they think we can't reject) . <br /> <br />Another line of credit! <br />Hey, here's $50,000 more! <br />I've never owned a credit card <br />and I'll never owe a store. <br /> <br />Although we've never had one <br />we're offered every day. <br />The kids use them for bookmarks..... <br />It's much cheaper that way!<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-call-the-credit-card/
