Treasure Island

David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Vending Machines (Fun Poem 154)


Vending machines have been around for years,
vending an assortment of things
from milk, cigarettes and assorted sweets.

The first ones were simple.
As the years passed they became sophisticated,
but for some too sophisticated!

Put the correct money in as no change given,
tough if you have no change.
Daylight robbery at its best!

Put your money in, change given,
but nothing to say what things cost,
just push a letter and a number.

With these machines you have to rely on
mental telegraphy or consult an Ouija board
to find out what things cost!

20 March 2014

Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2014
Edited: Thursday, March 27, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Topic(s): fun

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Vending Machines (Fun Poem 154) by David Harris )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

New Poems

  1. To My Ever Faithful Elaine, David McLansky
  2. OUR NAMES اسماءنا, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  3. OUR NAMES, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  4. World News, Tony Adah
  5. OUT OF THINGS, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  6. Democracy, Akhtar Jawad
  7. To My Sister With Love, Rubaba Mmahajia Rahma Sabtiu
  8. A LIAR الكذاب, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  9. The New Life: Stage Six Part One for Ma.., Daniel Brick
  10. Condolences, Elia Michael

Poem of the Day

poet John Gay

Friendship, as love, is but a name,
Save in a concentrated flame;
And thus, in friendships, who depend
On more than one, find not one friend.

A hare who, in a civil way,
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]