I didn't wait a day too late;
I paid that bill right on the date;
I mailed that check and I felt great!
Until my creditor discovered
It was rubber.
My promptness brightened up my day.
I didn't have that bill to pay!
My check was winging on its way.
And then my creditor announced,
The damn thing bounced.
I hardly could contain my shame;
I gladly shouldered all the blame,
The ugly blemish on my name.
But now another problem's risen;
I'm in prison.
They booked me and I was arraigned.
I posted bond, my record stained.
I went to trial, the judge looked strained;
I'd bounced the check I wrote for bail!
So I'm in jail.
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In life, which I shall share with you in brief.
My lineage exhibits one small glitch;
We're all born smart, instead of filthy rich.
I'd gladly swap an IQ point (or three),
For greener leaves upon my family tree.
But each and every forebear I can claim,
The ancient bearers of our knighted name,
Were scholars, learned students, men of letters,
Pursuers after truth, and lifelong debtors!
It's Friday night, it's almost ten,
And where have all the children gone?
Your boys? - I'm sorry, but they're men
By now, and so must celebrate the dawn.
So stay up late - it's Friday night!
Be daring - watch the Leno show!
But when you're done, please kill the lights;
Your sons have someplace else to go.
Based on the Magnet Poetry applet in Patrick Naughton's The Java Handbook.
Want to have some fun? Rewrite my poem Friday Night by moving the words around. Go ahead and experiment. And you can re-scramble them any time you want.
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