no sale

larry liar
had a fire
growing in his hair
with his foot
to out it put
he got a two or stare

betsy bee
young and free
as a butterfly
had to take
rusty cake
to the do or die

innocent
never lent
anything to no one
had to call
for a hall
down it to away run

only i
small as pie
don't know what to tell you
far too low
to give a show
that this pome will sell you