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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