The Piggy Bank

Ching, ching, ching,
was the sound I loved to hear.
Every release of my fingers
contributes to my balance of the year.

So deep was my love
of the magnificent metal wonder.
I know that I couldn't bear to lose them.
So I left it in my piggy bank with the rest of my plunder.

But now months have passed no money in sight.
What is happening? I really need to know!
I have people I must pay, my newspaper on Sunday,
And... and, oh no, what about the people I OWE!?

It's the end of a long day, my plastic pink friend,
all you do now is sit here, staring blankly into space.
But don't worry, you junk, everything will be all right,
yet it still bothers me there's no money in you, not a trace.

Strangely life has been even better
without you I am FREE!
I was greedy and selfish but now...
No-one is uncomfortable with me!!!