Is it me? I can only do what I can do.
It\'s not desperate, just a little thin, this financial situation I find myself in.
So, off to the bank, with coins, to cash them in-
I go to my bank: well, I am not that surprised;
Both machines not in service.
I drove twenty miles!
Not just to cash my megar stash,
But have a feed, when I get the cash.
So, not perturbed, off I trott, across the mail, to the other spot.
It\'s a better bank(if that\'s possible), but today it was absolutely colossal!
The bag I took was full of silver(you know the fake stuff, that is really nickel)
I have pilfered all the gold(fake again) over a period of time, so if I got forty bucks that would be fine.
I am a bit dim witted, when it come to most things, but as the pennies dropped it was time to sing-
Apparently, according to the machine, I did have some gold!
Final tally, one hundred and fifty six!
Is it praise the Lord?
Or fiddle sticks?
I won\'t know for sure until Monday.