Obsessed

I can become obsessed
I’ve proven it over and over,
Spending my life looking
For the singular 4-leaf clover,
Getting on a kick
To collect obscure passions,
Stamps, coins and words
But no interest in fashions.

Rumor has it, a family member
Has a collection of hats,
Betty Lou down the street
Has forty-two cats,
Jay leno has more auto’s
Than anyone on earth,
Lately, I’m trying to be
A collector of mirth.

Mind you, not myrrh
That’s not what I’m saying,
Although, I do love that stuff
For incense while praying,
And speaking on that
We have quite a stash,
Of aromatic biotic material
Hidden under the dash.

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