I just found this on one of my hard drive, and thought I would share. It is one of those ditties that highlights the wonderful vagaries of the english language.

My friends in Slough have enough dough To make enough bread To sell to make dough But with so much dough They still dine in a trough No time for niceties When enough’s not enough

And It’s never enough - never, the dough that they need Note - need not kneed Keep up with the screed …

So to keep it all coming Their focus is work And they nuzzle their truffles And work they don’t shirk

Their prize is their payment And it’s never enough So they live day to day And nuzzle truffles in troughs

And pigs truffles are rough But tough truffles are rougher, tough truffles cause coughs, and that makes you suffer

bottom line deal - dough is just dough Not found on a bird’s bough Sure - the core’s needed But the extras for show

And the extras are shiny And bright and have fluff And the extras allow you to get more stuff

But of all that enough We get it - it’s tough But on a bough it’s just harder Plus there’s no room for your stuff

The birds just have it Fly free from the bough Soar up to the clouds No need for dough

But - do we fly ? Escape from the coop ? Reach for the sky ? Or continue to stoop … Into the trough of our life With nose in the dirt Lives all on hold Trading all, including shirt

Cos when enough’s not enough enough’s never enough And with a focus on dough You always want mo’

The solution is clear Change yourselves now Forsake the dough and then take a bow

When all’s said and through The choice is enough dine in a trough or fly from the bough


This Was Originally Posted To Beyond Bridges

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