Twas the morning after powerball and all through the land,
Not a creature was stirring, crushed tickets in hand;
The exotic trip pamphlets lay strewn on the floor,
The hopes of that trip dashed ever more;
My ‘I QUIT’ letter I saved in e-mail
Never to be sent, my numbers did fail;
Oh 16! Oh 24! Oh 33 and 47!
Oh 49 and what’s that? 11?
How could I have erred, my vision I blame,
Tis the morning after powerball, when’s the next game?
Twas the night before powerball, and all through the land
Not a creature was sleeping, tickets clutched in their hand:
Money collected from co-workers with care,
In hopes that come morning a fortune would be there;
The numbers were chosen with much care and debate;
With visions of Ferraris and homes at the Cape;
We sat by the TV, our breath we did hold;
While forecasts of winter abundant were told;
As the hour drew near, we all gathered around;
It’s time for the drawing, you hear not a sound;
Now 16! Now 24! Now 33 and 47!
On 49 and oh now my heaven!
Those winning numbers I now hold in my grasp;
As of this minute, my worries are past.