Would You Believe It?

Ellis Parker Butler

One year ago I wished that I
A banker great might be
With a hundred million dollars
And financial majesty;

A mighty Wall Street banker
With a whopping lot of power
And an income of somewhere around
A thousand plunks per hour;

A solid Wall Street banker
With securities in sacks
And with clever men to show me
How to pay no income tax;

A wealthy Wall Street banker
Who raked in cash like hay;
I wished that just a year ago—
And I wish the same today.

Next 10 Poems

• George Gordon Lord Byron : A Fragment
• George Gordon Lord Byron : A Spirit Passed Before Me
• George Gordon Lord Byron : A Woman's Hair
• George Gordon Lord Byron : Ad Lesbiam
• George Gordon Lord Byron : Adieu, Adieu! My Native Land
• George Gordon Lord Byron : Adrian's Address To His Soul When Dying
• George Gordon Lord Byron : All Is Vanity,' Saith The Preacher
• George Gordon Lord Byron : An Occasional Prologue, Delivered By The Author Previous To The Performance Of 'the Wheel Of Fortune' At A Private Theatre
• George Gordon Lord Byron : And Thou Art Dead, As Young And Fair
• George Gordon Lord Byron : And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?

Previous 10 Poems

• Ellis Parker Butler : Womanly Qualms
• Ellis Parker Butler : Why Washington Retreated
• Ellis Parker Butler : Why I Went To The Foot
• Ellis Parker Butler : When Ida Puts Her Armor On
• Ellis Parker Butler : Western
• Ellis Parker Butler : Valentine To The Girl In Black
• Ellis Parker Butler : Trespassers
• Ellis Parker Butler : To Phyllis And May
• Ellis Parker Butler : To May
• Ellis Parker Butler : To Marguerite