After today, the 8th of October, two thousand and ten
One person’s life in Britain, will never be the same again.
And that’s because something happened, which I think is rather nice;
They won the Euromillions, all one hundred and thirteen, to be precise.
The ticket was bought in Britain, that’s all that we know
And there’s no guarantee, that in public, they will ever show.
It might not be that hard to spot, if they suddenly buy a personal jet
I’m sure I’m not the only one wondering, if it’s anyone I have ever met?
So let me wish them the very best with their bucket of brand new wealth
And as they crack open the Cristal champagne, let’s all toast to their good health!
This poem about the lucky British ticket holder who won the Euromillions is © Ms Moem 2010