If Rip WanWinkle had lived today and just awakened from sleep, I know he'd never understand why prices are so steep ! Twenty years ago when "ole Rip" shut his eyes, A cola cost him a nickle, and so did a big moon pie. But, as he slept the years away the prices, they did soar.... They've gone so very high they can't come down any more. So, Old Rip would sit and wonder and then begin to rave, What he used to pay for a razor, won't now buy him a shave. Cletus Hardiman
Reason for writing:
Inspiration for this poem, is the obvious, I guess...SOARING PRICES....Where will they stop?
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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