Mickey Hits The Jackpot Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

Mickey, still not quite seven could run like the wind
Slap, slap, slap. those barefeet on the hot street
Brooklyn on an August day, no shirt, no shoes, no way
Here comes Mickey hauling down the street

Heeeeey he squeals, come on, let's goooooo!
No governor's reprieve could match this good news
A fireman tapped the hydrant and let the water fly!
Every kid in every brownstone heard about it too

Now some folks find the lottery to be a big deal
Some folks try to take more than they give to the jar
Stashing it away for the casino and the numbers
What Mickey won that day beats the lottery by far