Monday, March 22, 2010

Riddle poem: worthless curse

At the bottom of every pocket and
in the lining of your purse
you always find this evil curse
Its sometimes thrown away
or just left to stay
no one uses them anyway
it’s as bronze as a medal,
cold like a metal
and as worthless as
a bike with no pedals.
But in great numbers you’ll see,
that this curse brings great prosperity.

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