Las Vegas Food For Less
Poem By Josette Lager
Gimmie three plums in a row,
and three banana splits, but
don't tell Dee Dee She'll have
herself a fit.
Gimmee' them apples and
oranges too watch me gobble
them up two by two's here's my
my last green back my last buck
and here's a kiss for you lady luck.
Here I stand defeated feeling somewhat
cheated there's a big hole in my pocket,
now I must go and pawn my favorite locket.
Josette Marie Louise Lager