Those 70ish Girls

She looked inside her wallet. It was empty.

She couldn’t remember where she put that twenty.

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Is it in the cookie jar?

No, that’s where the cookies are.

Is it hidden in the mattress?

Or in the hatbox that is hatless?

Did she lend it to a friend?

No, she wouldn’t do that again.

She looked everywhere.

It wasn’t here, it wasn’t there.

She couldn’t look a minute more.

What was she looking for?

Off to work…she had to scurry.

Out the door…she had to hurry.

She reached down into her pocket

For the key so she could lock it.

No, she didn’t find the money there.

She couldn’t help but feel despair.

To have a happy ending

She must stop all the spending.

Today would have been really hard.

Thank God she has a credit card.

I didn’t write this poem for me.

Oh, look! I found a twenty.

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I found this in the courtyard when I was raking leaves. I don’t have any money in my purse.

But I want fish and chips, my love.