S is Samantha found under some rocks

S is Samantha found under some rocks
04/22/2008 - National Poetry Month post #25, part of The Unlucky Twenty-Six

Samantha Dupree had insatiable greed,
though her parents were rich as could be.
They gave her far more than she ever could need
but she acted like some refugee.

She had a whole room just to hold all her shoes,
another to hold all her socks.
She had eighty-four soaps and a hundred shampoos,
and seventeen diamond rimmed clocks.

Two first editions of Oliver Twist
graced the nightstand beside her bed,
and four diamond bracelets she wore on each wrist,
a tiara on top of her head.

But she never believed she had enough stuff
and would have driven her parents to ruin,
until both of them said, "Enough is enough!
your greed will be our undoin'!"

At first she set up a lemonade stand
and her friends thought it terribly funny;
she got fourteen callouses on her right hand
and ended up losing her money.

So she went out walking one day by the stream
to come up with better ideas,
when she saw something glint with a gold-orange gleam,
the mother of all panaceas!

It was gold! And she'd found a cavern and cave
where surely was more to be found.
So she climbed in and never a single thought gave
to how deep she would delve underground.

She found one small nugget and quickly began
to feverishly dig for more,
without any food, or flashlight, or plan,
just greed driving hard from her core.

She dug dug dug dug and kept right on going
til the daylight was totally gone.
She kept picking chips and carelessly throwing
them down, not waiting for dawn.

But she didn't realize, as she dug away,
she'd made a pile so massive
it tumbled upon her, and there did she lay,
the gold all around her impassive.

One of my writing goals for 2008 is to write at least one light verse or poem every week in addition to my haiku wednesday and fiction friday posts. I will try to do this on Mondays.