Once a genie granted me three wishes.
I wished I could be very fine,
And I could dine until it was nine.
And for my birthday I could get: a horse that wouldn’t whine.
But instead of getting my wishes,
I got a pile of dishes.
(Now I recall
I did notice something after all.
On his face there was a mischievous grin,
almost saying: “I win!”
“You’re not getting your pile of wishes
you’re getting a pile of dishes!”
“HA!”