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Otis P. Pfenny
by Charles E MinshallOtis P. Pfenny
Had not a penny,
Not one penny
to his name.
Then Otis P. Pfenny
Found a rare penny
Which brought him
Fortune and fame.
But Otis P. Pfenny
Spent every last penny,
They went as fast
As they came.
Now Otis P Pfenny
Has not a penny,
We-l-l-l not many,
He's only himself to blame.
03/04/2005 Author's Note: Just playing with word sounds. Tis a work in progress.
Posted on 03/04/2005
Copyright © 2025 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 03/04/05 at 08:43 PM hehe, I love this :) Thanks for the smiles :) |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 03/06/05 at 04:52 AM I would not could not say that one ten times fast. I could not would not say it quickly now or in the past! ;) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/07/05 at 01:34 AM Wonderful adventure in rhyme. This could fit right in with the best of Mother Goose! |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 03/07/05 at 09:40 PM clever and sweet... good job with this ditty... blessings... |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/26/05 at 07:44 AM Oh, you got MY imagination going... tonight is a big lottery jackpot night... but your last verse points to the downside of sudden wealth. I like this one, I can't wait to see your progress as you work on the poem. But before I leave, I will leave a few parting words as you did for me recently... "So let Otis P. Fenny /teach how a penny / can wreak a tumble / for YOU just the same." |
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