A Not So Stealthy Bomber
A "businessman", mama called me,
when at the age of eight..
I loaded out with Root Beer, some ice,
and an old crate
At ten I was selling garden seeds,
and "White Cloverine Brand Salve"
My big mistake was selling ties,
those that belonged to dad!
Come twelve, I peddled ice cream,
and spotted bowling pins
The gals would often tip me,
if their bowling team would win!
These days I'm writing poetry
and I'll give you a great deal
Someday they'll be quite valuable
Right now they're a real steal!
Pass the Glade if you're going to do that here...