Prejudice, No Pride

I wish I had some money to invest.
I'd put it into snowshoes, milk, and pens,
Because I love to shuffle through the fens
In winter, with a cold drink at my chest,
Writing about which writer is the best.
Jane Austen is my favourite. The hens
Have claimed her, but she offers a sharp lens
On human beings. Yes, life is a test.

And Austen knew this, knew that everything
Is all about the money, haves, have-nots,
Some people without cares, some without pots,
And some without the wherewithal to sing,
Since singing is a lot like havering:
You need time. Time is money. I have thoughts.