Poetry.

I have every penny I earned

I live on sausages and egg

When I die I will

take all my money with me

often she would say

Her neices and nephews

would hear her often say,nothing

As they would roll there eyes.

if You are frugual

and not marry save

all your money.

When I die I will take it all 

with me, often she would say.

The day came,aunt Mary

died, only family came

Poor aunt Mary lived a 

Miserable life not spending

a penny.

Her wish come true, they wrote

her a cheque and put it in 

the coffin with a brick.

The minister scratched his head.

Why a brick.

The neices and nephews smiled.

We spent her money all ready.

The brick will stop

the cheque bouncing

from heaven to hell.

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  • Tanya on Jan 3, 2011

    She is a Mean Mary…

    Sincerely
    Tanya

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