Don't I

Wish I was a billionaire
Where the 'green stuff'
Don't grow thin, Daily
scrapein' for each penny-
Don't that let the gloomies in?

Be nice, no worry every day
Mind no longer nasty grump
Then I could roam around
Uppity grin on face-
Just like Tweety Trump...

Poetry by Helen Paquin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-12-06 at 13:31

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Rob Graber
One of him is more than enough!

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
:) good one!