I took a little cliche
and blew it up until
its very presence made folk
look out their window sill.
I stuffed it full of nonsense
from textbooks long disused.
A price tag I did give it
that millionaires refused.
In stores I would not sell it
nor go from door to door.
I said it was a secret
and then said nothing more.
Jay Leno soon did knock it
one night upon TV.
The crowds, they came a-swarming
like waves upon the sea.
The experts cried eureka
as well they bloody should.
I paid them off in greenbacks
not nickles made of wood.
Now I am rich and famous.
My cliche sacrosanct.
I'm leaving just for Switzerland;
my money there is banked.
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