Pun Wars 2

I have frost bitten bottom ends
An arthritis patient with stuttering limbs
It sounds similar to teeth chattering like a skeleton skin
I need slippers, to bring back my phantom legs

I’m quite broke, as a gambler without a dice roll
Empty hollow pockets, like a street urchin window shopping everyday
Its rock bottom bleak phase, looking like a rock-slide appraisal dazed
It takes its toll, to crush your priceless soul

I sometimes sit upon greener pastures
A gardener pruning the garden shrubs
I’m well off catapulted by pensive bulbs
Hugging a bright gleam, the fruits of labour are a hardy harvest

Everything is a cost-effective bargain
Be a church mouse, which always spends coins wisely

By: Phantom Gargoyle