Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers

You'll never guess what I found at the dump.

I found and soon sold an antique gas pump.

It was made back in 1943.

A man gave $100,000 to me.

I sure was lucky to meet that antique collector.

Having this much money is like drinking nectar.

Two days later, I met the man who threw the gas pump away.

He demanded that I give him $50,000 but I refused to pay.

He said he's in over his head in debt and he keeps getting in deeper.

He may need the money but I say finders keepers, loser weepers.

(This is a fictional poem)