‘Twas the night before broke Christmas,
When all through my house,
The wind was a’howling.
Rain threatening my spirit to douse.
I prayed to the Creator to increase my doling;
Then to sleep I nodded
My on TV me watching.
When suddenly I heard outside a sound,
Like my pocket’s loose change
I thought it was my piggy bank!
As I made my way to the window
A guy who looked like Scrooge I saw.
Then a bunch of dead presidents letting out guffaws.
On Franklin! On McKinley! On Cleveland and Grant!
This crusty old geezer went on to rant;
When next I knew awoke on Christmas morn,
I found a Pick Five lotto ticket all tattered and torn.
Piecing it together with Scotch tape,
I found I had five numbers and was briefly filled with glee;
Only to learn it was only worth eight dollars.
I had two numbers on one game,
Then on the other game I had three.
That is how small the payouts are
This end of year for me.
(from “Sad Face King”- tbp)