Scott Fitzgerald wrote to get some cash.
His wife desired a watch to cure her woe
He wrote a story at a crazy dash.
He worked away as if by devils lashed
One day only left to get the dough
Scott Fitzgerald wrote to get some cash.
Out it came out in thunder, bang and smash.
More often, he had tried to find the flow
He wrote a story at a manic dash.
Fast he worked and faster she did crash.
He got the watch but it was just so-so
Scott Fitzgerald wrote to get her cash.
She fell into the pit where demons flash
For jewels seemed not to heal her broken soul
He wrote a story manic in its dash
The husband and the wife were well enmeshed
She tried trinkets, drink and measured flesh.
Scott Fitzgerald wrote to get her cash.
He wrote that story so it came to pass.
