I’m not sure what I should call it
All these things, that are in my wallet
My daughter wants a dollar
For her puppy, a new collar
I open it up, nice and wide
For those dollars I do hide
I am trying to be kind
But its all plastic, I do find
Seems like everywhere I go
It’s their card I have to show
Behind closed doors, I bet they say
It draws me in, to spend away
My wallet is sure full
With no cash, and that’s no bull
Are more cards, the way to go
Just a thought, but I say no
Money I could fold
But my cards are lined with gold
While in line, says one joker
Lets use these cards, for liars poker
2007-02-11 22:03:10 · 4 answers · asked by gary_b04901 1 in Entertainment & Music ➔ Jokes & Riddles
well done I thought that i haf heard a lot but your poem is the first new really new bit of compulsive writing Ive seen in a long time.
I rate you 8 out of ten it loses just a bit in the last 2 lines I look forward to your next one.
2007-02-11 22:21:11 · answer #1 · answered by burning brightly 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
7
2007-02-11 23:19:53 · answer #2 · answered by anna 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I would give it an 8, how about it?
2007-02-11 22:50:45 · answer #3 · answered by Cherry Shortcake 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
OMG...thats really good! I couldnt stop giggling cuz its true...I know I NEVER have cash nemore...everythings plastic! good job
9.4 / 10
2007-02-12 06:09:29 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋