126 - My car's insured with Egg, who wrote to me

My car’s insured with Egg, who wrote to me
Quoting three hundred quid as next year’s charge.
But when I rang to tell them, happily,
That I’d renew, they made my smile less large
Because I gave them new address details,
And they redid the sums, and it doubled.
Now six five eight’s the price, and yes, it fails
To impress. I don’t live in slums, troubled
By burglaries and drug-related crime;
I live in sunny Salford, and can walk
Into Manchester to shop, any time,
So I’m watching the prices like a hawk.
Egg’s brains are scrambled if they think I’ll pay.
I’ll be poached by someone else, come Fry-day.
Mon 8 Jan 2007