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Cheques Away

Farewell, dear cheques. You go the way
Of Hun and Goth and Tartar
And shops shut on the seventh day
And fruit juice as a starter.

It's hard to work up into wrath
Your imminent demise,
And hard to make one's front lip froth
When whispering goodbyes.

Will I be (let's say) over-wrought, owed
Money by a stranger?
Will I miss scribbling down your sort-code?
Unlikely, and no danger.

I may miss your enigma, sure,
Your sudden strange arrival,
Or writing, miss my signature,
But argue your survival? –

That would be hard. My sympathies
To all your kith and kin,
But you've become a paper tease
Beside my chip and pin.

When you have travelled into Dark
Like Lymeswold, cold and lonely,
I'll miss, when I must make my mark
That curious use of ONLY.

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Cheques Away
Cheques are to be phased out in 2018.
23 December 2009


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