Only a dime a dozen for these broken dreams
a free wooden nickel with each pack of lies
a jar of hoodwinks, flimflams and befuzzles
a bucket of lost hope and a box of how time flies
a Brooklyn bridge, a few penniless thoughts
next to some wasted time and that mirror and smoke
some dirt-cheap hooks, lines and sinkers
a bunch of fake smiles and a couple pigs in a poke
some bamboozles and a few hornswoggles
a pile of ashes from some bridges I’ve burned
a sows ear, some silver thread and a gold needle
a silk purse filled with the lessons I never could learn
Jerry Brotherton 
Excellent! (In a sad kind of way.)
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, Jerry.
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Love this one because you managed to use four of my favorite words – hoodwinks, flimflams, bamboozles and hornswoggles!
Getting all of them into one poem is no small feat. Kudos!
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Thanks my friend. I wasn’t able to squeeze in catywampus, slackjawed and cockeyed though.
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Catywampus is another fav! My dad said it all the time! :D
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That’s probably my most used word that I got from my father too
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