Cash Me
How dear of you to send me cash
I'm using it to cure my rash
And to restock my hashish stash
To think I found you going through the trash!
How dear of you to send me money
But, boy, that pic of Ben looked funny
Why was he swimming in honey?
Dressed up just like an Easter Bunny.
How dear of you to send me currency
Especially in a hurrency
For it was a dire emergency
Without eyedrops, my vision's blurrin', see?
How dear of you to send me dough
And float me through this low cash flow,
Allow me to finish this cute lil' ditty
On the cost of living in Gotham City
Contributors: | F, N, Dassn't Say, MockTurtle, smrtypnts, asdf, archaeopteryx, wah, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 15th August 2003. |