The Gift

Ungracious me, I’m sure I didn’t thank
my friend enough for giving me a purse
I’d rather pick myself, if I am frank.
For truth be told, my losses were no curse.
It wasn’t hard to notify the bank.
To find replacements I am not averse.
Good gracious me, it would have been preferred,
if she had bought instead my careful word.

(Ottava Rima)

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