Faith Elizabeth Brigham

Rookie (May 14,1953 / Pittsburgh, PA)

The Gold Monkey - Poem by Faith Elizabeth Brigham

'What is your bid
for the gold monkey, '
calls out the auctioneer.
'One hundred dollars! '
the old woman cries
from the back row
wildly waving a bill.
'Nonsense, this statue
is real gold, ' he replies.
'And this is real money
you turd', she says
having the last word.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 16, 2006

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