Money a little evil, a little good.
Sometimes generous, but mostly understood.
Stuff it in the mattress
Hide it in a book
Put it someplace special where
The tax man will not look.
Stuff it in your bra
Mount it in a frame.
Spend it on a rainy day
And save it when its clear.
Money doesn’t really talk
It just sits there and grins
Wondering when you will
learn to spend without it its
plastic twin.
Money, money, money.
Take me for a spin.
Money, money, money
Let go once again.
M is for Money
Lisa Landry says
April 18, 2015 atLove the poem! But I don’t have enough to stuff it in my bra LOL!