Retirement is not without Hassles: Love Bank Poem #614

My last Post #613 described the concept of a Love Bank, and the types of transactions involved. I thought it deserved a poem:

Love Bank

A new account,
No interest rate.
The currency,
Up to your mate.

She’s the banker,
And the IRS.
Avoid depression,
Just say yes.

The lobby is open,
And never closes.
Your first deposit,
Might be roses.

Founded on love,
And happiness.
There’s no security,
And no address.

It’s better than,
A Piggy Bank.
Won’t hold a penny,
Mark Or franc.

Every relationship’s,
A twisting rollercoaster.
And for signing up,
There’s not even a toaster.

Your statement swells,
With every kiss.
And every Anniversary,
That you don’t miss.

A good back-rub,
Might pay double.
It really beneficial,
To stay out of trouble.

When taking a shower,
Don’t leave a puddle.
And ask her if,
She’d like to cuddle?

A dinner date,
Means extra points.
When you take her to,
The fancy joints.

Show her you care,
If the lawn needs mowing.
This helps to keep,
your balance growing.

Try to avoid,
A surprise withdrawal.
After you forget,
That promise to call.

Other women?
A sure disaster.
You’ll lose value,
Even faster.

Put it in the Love Bank,
And never take it out.
Keeping mama happy,
Is what it’s all about.

She’ll keep close track,
Of the remaining amount.
And if it gets to zero,
Will close your account.