With No-Guitar Blues Poem by Eeshan Pomeriaen

A poor man
Had watched TV
On it was a band
The band was amazing
A guitar of heroes
But his money was zeroes
He'd lied to get money
A bunch of their richness
Poor old man felt sad
He had turned bad
He decided the charity
Was the thing
That would take
His sin without him
He donated
Many watching
He then felt better
And earned the guitar
For an offer
One that looked like
It had been in TV
He then rode home
In his sister's bite