A Million Dollars Yippee
A million dollars!
Are you kidding me?
I would have been happy with a million cents,
A million fried shrimp, a million point on Allpoetry.
But a million dollars!
What?
You are not kidding, right?
First I dance around the room, then I get all my lists out.
I have been thinking about this for years.
I want my own fire truck - not a toy one, but a real one.
I want my own art barn, complete with loft, and a spiral staircase.
Three-story, but now, well, why don't we must make it four-stories?
Pop in an elevator too.
Why be chintzy?
An elevator at both ends!
Next I will go to the pound and release all the dogs.
I am the new owner, am I not?
We will need to buy them an island, and I will have to
hire some care-takers; children probably, for they talk dog the best.
A million dollars! I am going to be so selfish! More selfish
Than I have ever been before.
Just ask me for money.
The answer is no.
I am greedy already, and I love it!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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