Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

Stock Market Crash: There Goes my Hash!

Well, dog gone it–the market crashed,

There goes my beautiful gain on Hash!

From two thousand points up, to ninety-three hundred down,

Now, I feel like such a uneducated clown.

Wife’s going to flip, our life savings up in smoke,

No more puffin the pipe, it’s now a joke!

I can sense a divorce coming very soon.

Boy, am I the most unintelligent goon!

I invested all our cash in Hash.

Now the stock market crash.

What a naughty old man I am.

Shit will surely hit the fan…

I’m dead meat!