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An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Insurance Tout

Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3885 reads)
Each day's a battle for a guy like me,

Insurance Tout

Each day's a battle for a guy like me,
Its end dim victory or dark defeat;
I'm lean and livid, care-caked as you see,
My only aim to make enough to eat:
To buy the wife and little children bread,
To keep our sordid roof above our head.

I brace my prospects with a dental grin;
I put it up to them as man to man . . .
"To carry no insurance is a sin -
Let me explain our new endowment plan.
For those you love it's up to you to sign . . ."
(I wish I could afford to think of mine!)

"You'll mull it over - well, that means a lot,
I'll call again - say, in a week or so.
You're short of ready cash, but who is not?
Insurance is so vital, as you know.
The premium is small, the boon immense:
It must appeal to one of your good sense."

And so I go blah, blah, from each to each,
Spouting the line of talk I know by heart,
Handing to all the same old hackneyed speech
They taught me at the office at the start:
Until my prospect I wear down to sign,
With vague reluctance on the dotted line.

My wife and kids are what most worries me,
For even though my premium I could borrow
The Doctor would advise the Company
My heart was weak and I might die tomorrow.
For so my dear ones I must fight  and fend,
Going blah, blah, unto the bitter end.

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