Today I sat outside a shop, the rain it pitter pattered,
But even though ‘twas cold and wet to me it hardly mattered.
For I took consolation in, something that’s quite unhealthy,
A shortbread slice adorned the way so loved by those who’re wealthy.
But as I then about me gazed, beneath those skies of grey
I saw ‘twas only me who ate that treat baked in a tray.
No millionaire did with me share, as I sat there and shivered,
On days like this I guess the rich have their cakes home delivered!
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