With only so much time you can spend on a dime
the latter is a matter of concern.
For everyone knows that the way which it goes
is fast by contrast to, say, sunburn.
There is no money as gummy as honey,
it's more slick than to stick it in oil.
And low we may fight to hold on tight
or hurry to bury it in soil.
So we think we're the best, when we invest -
the flour to power our dreams.
But should our stocks crash, dough is worth trash
a bear is unfair, it would seem.
Then we hope to win it as easy as sin,
but wishes the dishes won't clean.
Yet still you will find in the end that we mind
a mile for a pile of green.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
With only so much time you can spend on a dime
the latter is a matter of concern.
For everyone knows that the way which it goes
is fast by contrast to, say, sunburn.
There is no money as gummy as honey,
it's more slick than to stick it in oil.
And low we may fight to hold on tight
or hurry to bury it in soil.
So we think we're the best, when we invest -
the flour to power our dreams.
But should our stocks crash, dough is worth trash
a bear is unfair, it would seem.
Then we hope to win it as easy as sin,
but wishes the dishes won't clean.
Yet still you will find in the end that we mind
a mile for a pile of green.
The poem was born on July 11, 2000.
