Money Grows Tiny Poem by John Sensele

Honey Winnie, money grows tiny
In God's bountiful pods
Where faith flogs any mutiny
That dares to turn you to other gods.

Honey Winnie, money grows funny
In bits
That wouldn't worship a bunny
No matter how masterful her wits.

Honey Winnie, money grows silly
In the face of spaces
Granted to ants who thong Willy
To promote motes of God's graces.

Honey Winnie, money grows puny
Compared to pairs
Comprising rising faith in a looney
Who pleaded and obtained seeds of lifelong repairs.