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

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