Hi everyone this is a poem I wrote the other day, I think it's supposed to have some hidden meaning, like, Ты know, money can't buy happiness and if Ты try to buy it your being ripped off... или something... To be honest I don't really remember what I was thinking when I wrote it. Anyways, what do Ты think?

A Bag Of Happiness

I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”

He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.

I hurry Главная and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.