I’ve informed the party…..,
In the correspondence below……,
That because the current administration…..,
Is dealing and freely allotting……,
Much more ridiculous sums……,
Of monetary ‘bail out’ cash……,
Like they did for GM.......,
Before they went bust.......,
We have increased our acceptance……,
Of ‘romantic’ deal minimums……,
From $100,000,000 in gold bullion…….,
To 5,000,000,000,000 in platinum ore…….,
No checks or postal money orders please…..! ! !
(Also, enticing nude photos will also be flatly rejected) ……! ! !
The roar of the fiance burns low. The joy of smelted ores, that turn our wheels. Run us down to bleak fanged shore...iip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No photos..lol, but like the words...just for a lark, read my poem Ostrich...not a begging letter honest..as Shakespeare wrote...as you like it. Maggie