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SHE HAD A FIVER IN HER POCKET
she had a fiver in her pocket
but couldn’t flip it, like in days of old
then
without those satin liners
a hole seized what little she had
and
she leaned over to find a useless penny
engraved with Abe Lincoln’s head
cut off
from making anything at all
happen in this tough life
still
she read of someone who had
spun straw into gold
must
she give up her firstborn
to a chump like Rumplestiltskin
will
money make her a monster
is that what she’s really after
then
she slips on a banana peel
no it was her crisp fiver
which
she slips into a poor man’s hand
he accepts without regrets
and
takes her hand in marriage
he turned out to be rich after all
where
would she be, if she had
listened to the beast
Copyright ©
Kim Rodrigues
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