WASN’T EXPECTING POETRY CHALLENGES ON MY 2024 BINGO CARD

Tony, Tony, Tony

Tony, Tony, Tony. Tony, Tony, Tony: A Poem

Dear Tony, Tony, Tony,

I know you’re not a phony

Yet I’m still not a crony

Let’s cut the baloney.

The cash I’ve been making

I wouldn’t say raking

As that would be faking

How much are YOU taking?

I’m older than Croecus

Been hanging with Moses

They say respect your elder

I’m making less than a welder

I know that I can write good

I don’t eat a lot of junk food

Your newsletter should include

Me, myself, or I’ll be screwed

But it’s not the artist it’s the art

As I slowly fall apart

There’s no money in my cart

I’m stopped before I start

Your boost thing makes some strong

But I think you’ve got it wrong

I ain’t been boosted all along

So we need another song

And the manners on display

As I wait around all day

for what Tony Stubblebine might say

But your comments never comes my way

Why would he be so rude

To such a talented dude?

I’ve got serious attitude

As I type this in the nude.

Sorry, Tony, you didn’t need to see that

or what I’m doing with the horse mat

But my numbers are looking flat

When I’d prefer them to be phat

I’ve got no idea what I’m doing

So I watch what Smillew’s brewing

Here’s the prompt on which I’m chewing

It’s him you should be suing

For the mentions coming your way

Because we want pay, pay, pay, pay, pay

No, we’re not going away

Have a lovely day

Written for Smillew Rahcuef’s poetry challenge: