'Keeping Up' With The Joneses


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!






  • Author: Rozina (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 18th, 2022 04:18
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: spilleronsheet.


  • dusk arising

    I've heard about that too but never met anyone who was actually like that.

    Enjoyed reading your story here.

    • Rozina

      Thank you.

    • Fay Slimm.

      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.

      • Rozina

        Thank you.

      • Paul Bell

        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.

        • Rozina

          Yes a real pain. Thank you.

        • L. B. Mek

          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

          • Rozina

            I havenโ€™t watched it yet. Thank you for your comments.

          • GypsyLady

            this is a fun portrayal of a common problem...too many people live way beyond their means in order to do this...

            • Rozina

              They really do. Thank you.

              • GypsyLady

                you're welcome! ๐Ÿ™‚

              • Neville

                We are a strange lot aint we, us humans ..........
                a great tale told terribly well .. its a funny old world innit ..... ๐Ÿ™‚ Neville

                • Rozina

                  It is a funny old world for sure. Thank you.

                • Goldfinch60

                  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."


                  • Rozina

                    The manager gave a very good answer. Thank you.

                  • spilleronsheet

                    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

                    • Rozina

                      Thank you.

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