Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Toast the Strumpet, Fortune

Used to call him ‘half-pint’
  He was a sawed-off runt
He’d down his drink in seconds
  Then he’d burp and grunt

Manners had he zero
   He’d grown up down and out
Roughest patch was X-mas Time
   All alone, he’d bawl and pout

But then came New Year’s Day
  when this runt became a king
He’d toast the Strumpet, Fortune
  removing her g-string… 

In the morning he’d awaken
  and reach for his good luck
But he’d clutch an empty pillow
  ~ back seat of a pick-up truck

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L Milton Hankins April 28, 2022 at 10:38 AM Especially good one, gw. I always thought you were a Chicago rich kid! L Milton Hankins April 28, 2022 at 7:36 PM Then you are rich beyond all measure! Gershon Wolf April 28, 2022 at 7:22 PM You mean I'm not rich?! But I have a lovely wife nd four fabulous kids! ~ Wealth Magnate

Vickey Rhymer April 28, 2022 at 10:01 AM Much enjoyed Mr. Gershon. Gershon Wolf April 28, 2022 at 7:35 PM Thank you for visiting my site, Vickey. Joy and Light, Gershon

Caren Krutsinger April 28, 2022 at 2:27 AM So much fun "But then came New Year’s Day when this runt became a king He’d toast the Strumpet, Fortune removing her g-string… " Hilarious! Gershon Wolf April 28, 2022 at 7:34 PM When he removed her g-string, out popped 'Little H,' Little I and Little J strings. ~ The Kat in the Fat