Some Rich Person

is me with some pennies in safe.

A dying rich man offered me a gold,
if I divorce and remarry after he's 
in heaven, which I stepped aside and 
let it pass, for I am rich with some pennies
in safe, with my hubby who ends every
spoken words with a chuckle, and pukes 
at a party.

A distant sis says she'd share her fortune,
if I 'pologized her and ask.
Sorry blooms in my garden all season,
but ask for more than a penny doesn't.

You can throw a square line 
and choke me,
but it would be vain;
better toss a little silver
you don't need;
for me to find love and all. 

©Byung A. Fallgren