Oh yes, the LOTTERY. <br />Another one I did not, <br />would not, could not <br />participate in, yet <br />my lucky number found <br />its own sweet way <br />into the pot of gold. <br />Eighthundredfifty <br />thousand Euro STERLING, <br />no doubt another new, <br />perhaps exciting <br />currency has raised <br />its interest head <br />while I was busy <br />writing poetry of rhyme. <br />Would anyone <br />in need of money <br />become my agent, <br />fetch the dough <br />for me and send <br />just fifty Eorocent <br />in every Sterling <br />to me, who lounges <br />now, in my recliner, <br />(inflatable, of course) <br />at Woorim Beach. <br />Potato Vodka <br />by my side <br />and dreaming <br />of conversion rates.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-win/
