Where Lightning Strikes Twice
There once was a patsy who wanted to make a buck
With a parrot on his shoulder for good luck
Bill was the bird’s name
And he knew how to strategize to win life’s game
Off to the treasure coast
The pair cheered with a toast
Leaving behind a wintry mess
To look for an allusive lucrative IRA chest
South the two did go
Wanting to enjoy one more show
When they landed in the state of fountain of youth
Where there were riches according to the legend that was rumored the truth
Upon their arrival they were greeted
By pinstripes in a meeting
Are you looking for gold visitor from the north?
How much do you think a patsy is worth?
The Pinstripes did ask with a grin
Knowing honestly how to win
I must decline comment right now
Realizing this could be my final bow
We wish you the best in what you are looking for
Pinstripes said about the opportunity door
Enjoy it here in this tourist destination
Rest relax before digging into your professional presentation
I have Bill
On my wing where he chills
And he will guide me with style and skill
For when we discover that grand
In the sand
It will be mine
And No longer will I be a patsy in decline
Only the tale will be told
By someone explaining who actually got the gold
The Pinstripes who are already there
Or a Patsy looking for a buck in which no one knows where
Copyright © Marc O'Brien | Year Posted 2020
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