I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOUR WALLET

A/N: An extremely unromantic poem. Works for both genders…

As soon as I saw your shiny car
Thrills travelled through my money-radar.

Couldn't keep my legs closed anymore
And so the next morning, I was sore.

Your wallet became my world and shrine
And the lush luxury was divine.

Finally, when you fell strangely ill
I waited eagerly for your will…