“Do you have dollars and cents”, she asked?
“Do Dollars and sense go together”?
She gave a sly eye, then gave a reply
“Different as o’er and nether
I meant it be cents with a ‘T”’
With that he let out a holler
“Oh, nothing can hide what’s hidden inside
When it’s the rich smell of a dollar.”
Prompt: A poem using repetition. Kind of a nonsensical play on a phrase.