English poem
My first ’s a sum of money that I have never seen
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
My first ’s a sum of money that I have never seen Though I have earned it often and spent it too, I ween.
When money is my second ’t is often hard to get; My second is a pretty sight, although it ’s rather wet.
My whole ’s a sad misfortune caused by a summer rain; It makes much trouble in my first, and goes against the grain.
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