Banks make large profits no matter what happens, if they dont we pay.

Madam you may be the boss

What you’re talking about I’m at a loss

The strategy for this companies advance

It’s leading us all a merry dance

Economics not my strongest point

This position you may wish to reappoint

We give you our all in this think tank

Really though we are a small bank

Lending others money you may ask

Profits from this is our task

Money of your own, then we will lend to you

When you have none, join the end of the queue

In addition, we do foreign exchange here

Money we make, we can afford a beer

Sometimes this jobs a thankless one

Squeezing ever last penny till your savings have gone

Percentages large we give to so few

This is the way our balance just grew and grew

So if you need a loan just be glad

Take the manager to dinner, oh my, I’m bad

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  • Yovita Siswati on Jan 26, 2011

    enjoyable to read. thanks.

  • GameLive on Jan 26, 2011

    good share

  • mtrguanlao on Jan 26, 2011

    LOL! You should take the manager to a five star hotel to dine in so your loan will be approved,lol! Great poem!

  • Suni51 on Jan 27, 2011

    Nice and beautiful.

  • tnvrstar on Jan 27, 2011

    beautiful , and funny poetry hehhe..thanx for sharing

  • Michal Dorcak on Jan 27, 2011

    Haha, great poem. Made me smile (well, and angry at how banks work).

  • anndavey650 on Jan 27, 2011

    Lol ouch. Pretty spot on though.

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