Pocket change and fuzzy stuff
Stuck under the cushion of my old chair.
Though nothing I found was money enough
To make me really care.Little poems and daily views
Get saved on my desktop file.
Then each day I clean on cue
These things that weren’t worthwhile.Bits and fragments of my time
I casually tossed away.
Might have made a decent rhyme
I thought to my dismay.-Clarence Holm
This had a really nice meter to it.