Lottery

I’m really quite expectant; but not in any way a seer

But I think my luck is changing with fortune very near
And all I need are six numbers to bring about good cheer
So wish me luck, and just in case, that I’m not very clear
Your tune will change to wedding bells, if I’m very rich dear
With all that lovely lolly I’ll almost become a noble peer
With champagne booze aplenty, to lubricate a dry year
I know you don’t believe me; for gossip around me I do hear
But the lottery phoned me up today if you’d like to shed a tear
I got the six lucky winning numbers to chase away all my fear

 

This type of poem is called a ‘monorhyme’ because it has a single rhyme sound