A Fool & His Money.

I see cheap make up,
Aptly done with experience.
I lower my newspaper a little more,
To read between her stretch lines.

The legs scream sexy,
The knees tell stories of hard work.
Could the two be related in her case?
Confusing much!

A little up the legs,
Then I raise my newspaper back up.
There is a thigh gap in her story,
Maybe it’s there for this poet to fill up.

My challan number is called out,
I collect my pay cheque.
I wink at her;
She winks back.

That is how I spent
My five “Franklins”.
That, my newspaper subscription
And groceries for my mother.

I would gladly do it again.

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