Make And Spend, But Don'T Spend A Penny Poem by Quir Diing Jr.

Just simple rules, make it all
Sell everything in my shop.
Where does my commission go?
Thousands of pounds sprung in
Yet, I eat once a day
Lots of yummy taste of foods
Comes and go with the wind
My master allow me least
Just to spend a penny
While I starve like church mouse, I said
I can’t take it any longer
But, where do I earn living?
His words always remained
Make and spend, but don’t spend s penny.