Philanthropy

Once at a thrift shop I found lots of cash;
deep in a coat pocket was a cash wad.
I gave them twenty then left with my stash.

I had a want for a sport coat with flash;
thrift is that store in the plaza, thank God.
Once at a thrift shop I found lots of cash.

So I perused coats yet I was not rash;
they hung bunched tightly on that iron rod.
I gave them twenty then left with my stash.

I grit my grinders but they did not gnash;
then when I saw my coat, I gave a nod.
Once at a thrift shop I found lots of cash.

When I felt a wad I thought it was trash;
but it soon dawned on me that defied odd.
I gave them twenty then left with my stash.

My generosity sure made a splash;
as I walked out I heard workers applaud.
Once at a thrift shop I found lots of cash;
I gave them twenty then left with my stash.


19 Lines (Villanelle)
Writer’s Cramp
August 13, 2014

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(A villanelle is a nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five tercets followed by a quatrain.
There are two refrains and two repeating rhymes, with the first and third line of the first tercet
repeated alternately until the last stanza, which includes both repeated lines.)