Money Honey

I once knew a man named Barry Whose disposition was never merry. His mouth was down turned Until one day he learned That his numbers were picked And he didn’t owe a lick To the creditors that flicked Their threats daily. Lighthearted and free He turned to Miss Bree, And with glee his voice Said let us rejoice. Together they dined And drank expensive wine. She was looking mighty fine Barry said would you be mine? With an eye on his money She said, sure honey. Now they are wed And it has been said Barry has never been happier.