She held coins in her pockets.
They rubbed together with her stride.
She spoke of dollar rockets
That sent her on a ride.
Every piece of altitude achieved
Allowed her to rise.
Every level was conceived
To bring sparks before her eyes.
Shooting into the sky, she went.
The cash bundles mounted.
The dollars she sent
To the firmament, she counted.
This vessel did prove
to be something quite proper.
When it did move
In her pockets did jingle the copper.
The ascent remained swift
When the spacecraft rose.
It just needed lift
And some cash rewards that she chose.
About the Creator
Skyler Saunders
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