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Premium Member A Rich Woman's Toy

How many lifetimes do we get to enjoy When we're done, are we done or come back for more joy Hope I'm rich on return With money to burn Or perhaps come back as some rich woman's toy
Form: Limerick


Premium Member A Rich Woman's Toy

How many lifetimes do we get to enjoy When we're done, are we done or come back for more joy Hope I'm rich on return With money to burn Or perhaps come back as some rich woman's toy
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Heaven Only Knows

 Dream home and career? Check. 
    Respect and prestige? Check. 
 Success? Money to burn? Check. 
   Yet, he still remains unfulfilled. 
 What colossus could be missing? 


Date written: 06/13/2023
Form: Verse

Premium Member Gt Boutique

Giant Tiger or GT Boutique, has gained tremendous fame A classy discount shopping thrill, I'm not pulling your chain Mo said if money's your concern It's means less money to burn You and Christian Dior might be seen boarding a plane
Form: Limerick

Watch Your Money (Or Fun Comes With a Price)

A finder’s fee for finding their fill
Provided me some time to kill
The fee fully was so fair
As I had money to burn and time to spare

A sweet sexy sensational senorita
Made me think I had to meet her
With her hands all over, there was a cost
The money I had, is now all quite lost


Skint, Brassic, Stoney Broke

I am just an ordinary bloke,
I work quite hard, but I never seem to gain a yard,
Which way do I need to turn,
How come other people have money to burn,
I don't really want that much,
Just enough to live with a little to spare,
I don't have designer clothes to wear,
Just some worn out jeans and some 'T' shirts that are a bit threadbare,
But I just need to feel, relaxed and good,
So perhaps I should--
JUST ROB A BANK!!!
© Mark West  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Who's the Boss

Tom did not care about a toss,
Or listen to his current boss,
He knew all he wanted to know,
Which made his co-workers cross.

Tom did not want to learn,
You go to work to earn.
Money to support yourself
Earned money, not pelf
Or money to burn.

You will eventually get the sack,
Because of the knowledge that you lack.
If you never change your ways
You will be broke to your dying days.
There is no way of going back!
Form: Limerick

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