Wallet Poems - Poems about Wallet

My wallet is a good friend of mine. It was a bifold one when I purchased it. (but now...many folds developed) Once it used to be brown and elegant But gradually metamorphosed and faded. Now it looks older than I am. It has acquired many new attributes. Frayed at the edges, broken stitching, Failed zippers and worn-out leather Of course, they add...

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The cash cow's a wallet The cash cow's a friend The cash cow's been dead for long The cash cow's an end...

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A man with cash shopped at a used car lot Where met a cute, winsome young harlot Smiling, he took it in stride When she offered him a ride He loved the trip ‘til he missed his wallet....

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Someone comes to shoulder the cost Of what you’d spent and thought you lost And you have money recovered With lovers’ insurance covered! But favor’s some kind of bullet And you’ve lost another wallet… If your helper was a Lecher You’d to God pray for a lecture For The Lust that makes him Leper Tom, Dick and Harry, Blank Paper....

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On my way to work this morning, Sandwiched between two perverts, I opened my eyes to look beyond the sky; Someday, I will be out of this bus! Standing in an overloaded BRT is quite a challenge, Different flavors of armpit odor diffused through the air; From the rotten tomato to the concentrated ammonia and decomposing rat flavor, Certainly someday, I...

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The blind man visited you With the help of his stick… You let him in. When he left you found out that Your wallet has gone…...

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I've got Jesus's face on a wallet insert by Michael R. Burch for the Religious Right I've got Jesus's face on a wallet insert and "Hell is for Queers" on the back of my shirt. And I uphold the Law, for Grace has a Flaw: the Church must have someone to drag through the dirt. I've got ten thousand reasons why Hell must...

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My wallet was missing, A common occurrence, That seldom causes panic. We were getting ready to go to the market, But still I did not panic, As I had no doubt, it was in the house, And my wife had cash. Upon our return I renewed my search, And just when I needed to sit down, For a rethink, A long way yet...

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Poverty's not the man who suffers. Poverty's not his life. Poverty's just an empty wallet that hugs his azz too light....

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Ignorance is a talking drum Ignorance is a drum of backwardness Like a clock with low battery Moving anti - clock wise...

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Listen...carefully, and ye kin hear the muffled (dollar us - dolorous) sound ache king plaintive very loosely analogous to duck cry of mourning, didst awake ken to the somber news solemnly shared by me - Doctor Quackenbush, sans strapping beefcake quaking counterpart, thee lifetime beau he mien (rhapsodic)...

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My wallet, Made of shining black leather. I bought it a decade ago, From a Lacoste shop. It fitted well in the rear pockets Of my blue denims. It was happy, Stuffed and loaded with notes, Of different strengths. It even looked overjoyed when I tucked in your photograph in one of its slots with a tiny window. Whenever I took it out, It smelt like a bank,...

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THE CROSS IN THE WALLET I saw two wallets on the shelf, One old, the other nice. The nice one cost a little more, But I thought I’d pay the price. But then I thought how I could take That wallet, worn and old, And fix it so it could be used, I’d be so proud to hold. And so I bought it from...

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I found an old wallet the other day It was worn and I wondered what had stayed When I felt the old leather as a familiar touch I thought of what we shared - so much I remembered the gift in love given And how my spirits had risen For it meant I was old enough then Adult-hood had arrived and childish things...

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Money in the wallet is worth a million in the market! All rights released into Public Domain...

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