Money Making Machine - Poem by Vani Agarwal
Once I went to the bank,
which had the highest rank.
When I put my card inside,
I learnt that the machine had died!
There came the peso and the yuan,
It was unbelievable and I just could not understand!
Many hours passed away and the money did not stop,
I was confused as to what to do with the crazy crop.
After all this the machine stopped after the won,
When I realized that it was already dawn!
Oh! Money is so funny, it makes my head spin around!
It irritates me, with out making a sound!
Remember for the next time,
Be careful and don't do a crime
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