Warming My Toes With Ben Franklin Poem by Troy Cochran

My trusty old Franklin
Seems to be partial to the scent of pine.

Cottonwood makes the house stink, burns too fast,
And makes an ugly flame.

On a cold afternoon I have to light the kindling
With a twenty-dollar bill,
(Although, I imagine, any president would do)

And drink a toast to old Ben Franklin,
Gone but not forgot:

Who always said: 'A penny saved is a penny got.'
(Or something to that effect.)

Wet socks smoking and a coffee pot notwithstanding,
I'd have to say I'm partial to the scent of pine
And burning presidents myself:

Rich or poor, it's what a man is that counts,
Not what he's not,

When it comes down to cold toes and a cup of hot chocolate.