Everything Happens

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by INWAEV3

by INWAEV3

Everything happens like a fate,
Like you're having a real good day,
Then, you see something on a chair,
Shining it is, 'oh, what's there? '
Something round,
A gold,
It isn't,
It is carved of something unpleasant.

Whatever,
If it's coins, I take 'em,
I will keep 'em safe and sound,
Till the owner came around,
To find their things,
And that's the time,
To sing some fibbings,

'Oh dear, I have never seen,
Your precious coins, my dear miss',

Wait,
Maybe she'll give me a buck or two,
For telling the truth,
Oh, what a fool!
Well, it is fair since I care,
For her shiny things,
That no one cares.

So, we all know she doesn't know.,
But, would you dare?
Well, I don't care,
I could even make this as my fare.

It's me and the truth about the coins,
I'll keep it safe from any thorns,
So, to all the readers who read this poem,
Would you keep this a secret?
Or I'll wreck your home!