The Nickel With a Hole
as i walked down the street, i came across a nickel,
feeled with excitment, my eyes begun to twinkle,
happy? but for a brief moment
for my stomach begun to rumble.
from a distance, i saw a bread shop,
and with this nickel, my stomach was full of hope,
i ran towards the shop, not walking not jogging but, as i said
i ran towards the shop.
once i was in, so my destiny will begin,
i quickly grabbed a doughnut, and threw my nickel at him,
he looked at me, and said, "this nickel has a hole"
"as is, your doughnut" as i vanished like a mole.
Copyright © Anunda Ariga | Year Posted 2013
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