I know food is scarce mother. <br />Here is fifty cents..fetch me a <br />cookie, <br />put this dough in the oven..ok? <br />Still milk is even so much more <br />scarce, you wast <br />much of it on it in all of this heat. <br />Feed the small ones these oats. <br />Here go play in the tub, it will <br />cool soon the store will open..ok?<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fifty-cents/
