So George Bailey had a meeting with Mr. Potter Potter offered to pay him 20,000 dollars a year for three years In todays dollars that would be about 400,000 a year So George went home to his wife and asked her if he should take the deal Her reply was, "Are you kidding? Of course I want you to take the job! You go back first thing the next morning and tell Mr. Potter You may be a scurvy old spider, but you're a scurvy old spider That's gonna give me 20,000 a year! Goodbye Bedford Falls! Hello Pottersville! Uncle Billy went to insane asylum shortly after that And Clarence the angel second class remained an angel without his wings And Mr. Potter had the best Christmas an old scrooge ever had The end
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
I thought of this a long time ago. In a way Mr. Potter never really comes to face any bad consequences for stealing the 8,000 dollars from forgetful Uncle Billy.