Nickel for Your Thoughts?
Budget day has come and gone, the news has turned to olds
but for one staunch Canadian it knelled a cruel death toll.
For many years he suffered from a deficiency of copper.
He alternately was the friend and bane of every shopper,
who, after lugging pounds (or kilos) of them in their pants
empty them on dressers or into piggy banks,
then find that when the register rings something fifty nine
their purse and pockets are bereft, no pennies can they find.
Devout friend to small children living close to railroad tracks,
we passed him off a million times but he always came right back.
Today we bid a fond farewell to our pseudo-copper friend.
The brave Canadian penny has met a cents-less end.