I found a lamp one day and thought
Well isn’t this just dreamy?
Before I rubbed it, need I ought
To know what wishes need me?
Perhaps that car I never bought
A fancy shirt and beanie
But why a car and not the lot?
The options, growing seamy
A house or two, or maybe three
A fleet of flying jets
A wall that’s piled with degrees
That with a wish I’ll get
A pond, a lake, a sprawling sea
An island and some pets
A stack of money tall as me
So worries I’ll forget
But so I thought and wondered more
Of just what wish would please me
I theorized and added, sure
Until the list grew teeny
I spent a year – or maybe scores
Then rubbed the lamp til sheeny
Alas those years were wasted for
There’s no lamp with genie