I Made A Wish Poem by art kuttler

last night i made a wish
if only i could strike it
rich
so i sat down with a ice
cold beer waiting for
thous little balls to be
drawn
they bounced from side
to side and up & down
thous little balls danced all
around
the first ball drawn was one
of mine
ball number two was also
one of mine
ball number three it couldn't
be
with ball number four my chin
hit the floor
when ball number five was drawn
i scream i just struck it
rich
thats when i remembered i
forgot to play
ain't that a
B$$$!