The Old Poor Poet,Pained and Old !

Easy money goes from my pocket,as easily as a man can climb out of the mouth of a non moving rocket.My wallet is full of many non-fluttering moth's,My arthritus makes me move as slow as a slow motioned tree sloth! Bang the drum slowly as slow as sand,traveling down the neck of an hour glass. I may be poor and i may be slow,but alas i possess a high falutin' habitual mannered like class! Friends i may not have many,but i'll tell you this-My wallet is held tighter than o'le dead Jack Benny's! T'would be nice to win that Power-ball lottery,For if it would happen,i'd be so much more richer than that actor by the name of Sean Connery! Poetry flows from my finger-tips,down to the o'le computer keyboard,These achin' joints keep me at bay alot,but these thoughts just jump up to the o'le computer screen,Which keeps me morally happily serene!Poets like to share their love to good readers,because they love to show off their powers as audience pleasers! 01-14-2006'.