Pretty summer days are really hot,
am I being cooked like crabs in a pot.
Fireworks made me pee my pants,
all wet but I will still dance.
Looks like I hit the big summer jackpot.
Two souls intertwine,
the desire traces its path
Jackpot in sight
Shared movement.
Fruits so dreamed,
Brilliant desire, intertwined hearts
Two souls leap forward
Finally reciprocally
Finally
Not a lot of ocelots
are seen in the day
they prefer the evening
or the night
if an ocelot you're hot to spot
altho' it's quite a long shot
an ocelot you want to sight
you may even hit the jackpot
if you do it right
all you've really got to do
is switch off the light
They chatted for so long
The day was here to meet
She was so excited
Feeling her hearts every beat
He was Scottish and oh so lovely
She thought he may be the one
She had looked for red flags
But there had been none
Meeting place was at the pier
The wind was blowing a fearsome gale
Her beautiful brushed hair blew wild and free
The gusts were steadfast with no intention to curtail
He stood there handsomely in traditional Scottish dress
She thought her heart had stopped
A mighty gust of wind then blew his kilt up
Thats the moment she knew…..she had hit the jackpot!!
Oil jackpot
When coming home from the ship, his coastal town
was in an uproar from every window, people shouted
and banged pot pans together
People danced in the street, which was unheard of
young people shamelessly made love under oaks
so eagerly that trees that had been around forever
lost their leaves.
At home, his mother hollered, from the window
we are richer than the Americans, wealthier then
the Saudis.
His father said, no point going back to see if we can
Pakistanis and the Philippines for this.
People had forgotten the socialist state had a word
the money made in this bonanza was for future use
the currency was put in a fond, already rich could lend
money, from this fond and get richer.
For the plebs, there was little to gain and as seamen
the ship owners changed their flag and hired people for
a low-priced pay and no vacation
Goodbye Merchant navy, you served the nation well.
How close it was but sadly not to be
with chosen numbers falsely provident -
deserving no such serendipity
lest I remain reckless and delinquent.
Mine are the sins of a Protestant son
whose dream ticket near made me well-heeled,
but my wheel of fortune has been spun
and my jackpot eyes hermetically sealed.
No luck, no pockets of silver and gold,
no libertine joy till O’ happy dirge!
Now my Faustian spirit that sold its soul
will not my blunted senses purge.
No wild debauchery drunk and depraved
and no fast women in fast cars to abscond.
O' well, I'd only be badly behaved
with some giddy perky pneumatic blonde!
Written: December 1996
In this day and age
It's so easy to become rich
Companies are willingly ready
To give away riches beyond belief
All it takes is a new scheme
That hasn't occured to them before
Simple???
Brain power is all it takes
Everyone has it
Just need to dig down deep enough
Trust me...
One of my sons has hit the jackpot
luck smiles at me playing
playing the slot machines from hell
the numbers are turning out
luck smiles at me
the numbers turning up
roulette
black, red odd
numbers
hot
What if I won a million-dollar jackpot
Would I still be the same sweet lovable crackpot
Yup, sure would
That's understood
I'd share it with my poetry friends in the sandbox
J-ackpot has surprised you,
U-sing an impressive victory;
N-ot expecting a huge reward, big win comes from the Almighty.
C-heer is brought by jackpot
A-iming to make you joyful;
S-uccess gives great comfort
A-nd solace to your soul.
O-n Tuesday thirteenth of February, you're found without any blot;
L-eading a new way of life lets you reach the jackpot.
Love is like hitting three cherries at a Vegas Slot Machine.
One Liner about Love contest by Silent One.
She thought she'd
hit the jackpot
Until she saw the price
that had to be paid
So she went back
and rummaged through
the sale again.
Heighten tensions
Realistic pride
Lotto 2 Pounds
A Dangerous Confronter
What Is 2+2
What is 21 Questions
Or 21 Seconds
London of 1969
Is Realistic and True
We have four triple bars on the middle row.
Anyone will consider this a big win.
Let's push the cash out button and grin.
We hit the jackpot and now it's time to go.
I dreamt of numbers on jackpot tracks
Sold my watch to buy hundreds of bucks
For gooey lotto dream spin
And proclaimed I was all in...
Won five bonus dollars, boy that sucks!
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Contest: Susan Burch’s Lottery Ticket Limerick
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