I day clean for the Joneses
They have a big penthouse
The mistress would fall ill
If she saw a tiny mouse
They have a huge swim pool
Outside their many rooms
Their windows will seal off
If a howling typhoon looms
A butler will appear
When Master presses the bell
The butler has to look for
His toupee and hair gel
Their children's shoes and boots
Are made in Paris France
And as I cleaned their rooms
I went into a trance
I imagined MY penthouse
Up higher than their floor
It's bigger than the Joneses
With a massive strong red door
And right up on the rooftop
Pad's for my copter to land
To bring right to my red door
My most favourite band
My fancy yacht is berthed
At the dock far down below
My special elevator
Is fast and never slow
A girl does my manicure
The other does my toes
A masseur does my back
Till my rounded body glows
"Wake up wake up Miss R
Your bus is now right here
Driver said he'll wait 5 minutes
You start at the penthouse dear."
I just read about the lengths some families would go to, to keep up with the Joneses (in my country it would be the Wongs, Alis or Muthus). They end up in debt and distress. I imagined what it would be like.....No thanks!
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I've heard about that too but never met anyone who was actually like that.
Enjoyed reading your story here.
Thank you.
Am giggling at your portrayal of people who live for luxury and being served........... yes I would say "no thanks" too if that lifestyle were ever offered - -- great piece of telling it just like it is - - thanks too Rozina for sharing the very apt image of your red door penthouse with its own copter pad.
Thank you.
I want that much to keep up with the Joneses, I'm changing my name to Smith. Actually, I had a neighbour like that, what a pain in the ass she was.
Yes a real pain. Thank you.
watch the Oscar winning film 'Parasite', if you haven't yet
unveils it all
so depressingly, relatable..
(a wonderful exposition
of a topic, most find too scary
to contemplate
for its unwanted insinuations
towards, our very own life 'choices'...)
thanks for sharing
I haven’t watched it yet. Thank you for your comments.
this is a fun portrayal of a common problem...too many people live way beyond their means in order to do this...
They really do. Thank you.
you're welcome! 🙂
We are a strange lot aint we, us humans ..........
a great tale told terribly well .. its a funny old world innit ..... 🙂 Neville
It is a funny old world for sure. Thank you.
Some people are like this and it always brings me back to something I read many years ago.
A new waiter was laying out the tables for important people and he asked the manager where to put the names of the people as they were all so important. The manager said:
"The people that care don't matter, the people that matter don't care."
Andy
The manager gave a very good answer. Thank you.
A bitter truth
A strong satire
A wilful humour
And the sad mentality of few
You wove so many emotions too
A great one dear Rozina
It was fun to read this poetry
Thank you.
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