Gold Digger
A wealthy old man in his fifties,
Loved a young girl he thought was just nifty.
His friends didn't like her.
They called her a piker.
But the old man said she was just spiffy.
He wished to marry the fraulein.
Asked his friends, "Do you think she'll be mine?"
I have plenty of money,
And she's such a honey.
Oh sure! Tell her you're 99.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2021
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