By a girl, poor Tommy was smitten
For her, he’d gladly take a lickin’.
Washed his face, combed his hair
Bought new clothes- even underwear –
And proposed marriage as soon as was fittin’.
Now Sally for Tommy didn’t yearn
Enough salary poor Tommy didn’t earn
But she smiled quite shyly
Said she was honored highly
Wished him well, but his love she did spurn.
If she could see ten years down the road
Cattle trucks Tommy’s cowboys did load
To the sales they did travel
Over highways and gravel
To the banks Tommy’s money now flowed.
Rashmi Liberick Poetry Challenge Week 25, humor