If Washington came back to life
I wonder how he’d feel
To be pictured on a quarter
And a dollar bill – surreal!
Abe Lincoln, too, would bust a gut
If he became alive,
To see his visage plastered
On a penny and a five.
And Alexander Hamilton,
If he could live again,
Would love the play about him
And his picture on the ten.
Had Andrew Jackson ditched his grave,
He’d likely argue plenty
About his image front and center
On our nation’s twenty.
Ben Franklin, though, would be real proud
If he came back to earth,
To find out that a hundred dollar bill
Proclaims his worth.
McKinley’s portrait graces
Money that we rarely use.
(I’ve never even seen that bill –
Five hundred smackeroos!)
Poor Jefferson, despite his wealth
And all he got to do,
Unfortunately got his mug
On the elusive two!
The pictures on our currency
Have long been set in place.
Thank goodness or our current prez
Would swap ‘em for his face.
Categories:
smackeroos, money,
Form: Rhyme
The biggest toy store in the world
Is closing up its doors.
No longer will we get to shop
In this, the king of stores.
With huge toy soldiers in the front,
It welcomed all who came.
The famous piano scene from “Big”
Just added to its fame.
A life-sized ape or elephant
Was there for you to buy.
It cost nine hundred bucks
But there was always a supply.
Yet you could also buy a toy
For several smackeroos.
From all the well-stocked shelves
There was so much on hand to choose.
Both tourists and New Yorkers
Liked to stroll its tempting aisles
And children wandered bug-eyed,
Faces bursting with their smiles.
But now the heyday’s over;
There’ll be no more F.A.O.,
Just another fine example
Of the way things seem to go.
Categories:
smackeroos, new york,
Form: Rhyme