Between the Cushions
Mark had ordered a pizza; A meat-lovers, with cheddar dip. He could afford the pie; Yet had nothing for a tip. He tossed aside sofa cushions; There wasn't much time. No quarters, and no nickels; Not one single dime. Under the cracks went his hand; He moved it slowly about; Finally, he found something; Then he pulled it out. It wasn't loose change; Instead it was a ring. An odd little bauble; A curious little thing. The ring was made of gold; A simple yellow band; He held it to the light. It...