Somebody struck lucky.
He suddenly became very wealthy.
Good luck to him.
In his private pool he can swim.
After all, if he doesn’t enjoy it
His wealth would be his master
And he would act like a slave.
Although he still needed to learn how to behave.
I sent him a signed copy of my novel.
He thought it was a towel.
He sent it back without opening it.
He has everything that he wishes for.
Surely he doesn’t need a present from a poet.
Somebody can be wealthy.
He doesn’t need to be cavalier and cocky.
Every day he can have lots of revenue.
He doesn’t need to act like a parvenue.
G G Gench