Poor Little Rich Girl
Jolene was bored out of her mind.
Would she soon in self-pity drown?
“No more!” she cried. “I’ll head for town
and buy a purple sequined gown,
the most expensive I can find!”
Dads’ money, spent in huge amounts,
buys children many a pricy toy.
For Jolene, husband, girl, and boy
much later brought abiding joy—
for in the end, LOVE is what counts.
The “No more . . . “ line is from “Another Friday Night,” posted August 25, 2016.
September 29, 2019, entered in Richard Lamoureux's Pick a Line, Any Line
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