SHE HAD A FIVER IN HER POCKET

she had a fiver in her pocket but couldn’t flip it, like in days of old then without those satin liners a hole seized what little she had and she leaned over to find a useless penny engraved with Abe Lincoln’s head cut off from making anything at all happen in this tough life still she read of someone who had spun straw into gold must she give up her firstborn to a chump like Rumplestiltskin will money make her a monster is that what she’s really after then she slips on a banana peel no it was her crisp fiver which she slips into a poor man’s hand he accepts without regrets and takes her hand in marriage he turned out to be rich after all where would she be, if she had listened to the beast