With Minted Sweeteners Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

When your booty banked has tanked,
Will you first think to give thanks?
Or will you think of breaking ranks...
Upon this dawning.

Will you be a grumpy crank?
Wishing for someone to spank.
Or will you decide to think,
This a warning?

Your pennies now make less cents.
Even if condensed to lint.
But they're kept as sentiments,
Like worthless pawnings.

But somehow you kept your faith,
A return to waste would take...
A slower pace believed?
Don't grieve!

How about a ha ha,
He he
Ho ho hum out to you?

Would you like that spread on cheese?
With a cup of tea with that too?

Since the ooo ooo
Of your boo hoo days are here.
And everything about them,
Neared.
But you sought clarity!

How about a ha ha,
He he
Ho ho hum out to you?

Would you like that spread on cheese?
With a cup of tea with that too?

Since the ooo ooo
Of your boo hoo days are here.
And everything about them,
Neared.
But you sought clarity!
With minted sweeteners.