Once upon a midnight dreary, while surfing eBay, tired but leary I came across some Morgans eerily toned beyond rainbow lore. Though no doubt tempted, better judgement preempted Sneaky snakes exempted, buying coins like these is often poor. Tis the work of "easyman" beaming through my monitor. --- Wisdom from the CU forum, "Nevermore!"
Not wishing to buy from the hotplate, a new search was fate The title exclaimed "HUSBAND'S ESTATE" Was this to be my destined score? Was Deb as she seemed? No doubt! I deemed Til Shirohniichan intervened, with a doctored coin that was hard to ignore. Things weren't quite as they appeared in this store. --- The forum had spoken. Nevermore.
Was all of eBay tainted? With vermin aquainted? And few coins unpainted? Finding good items is a daunting chore. There are swimmers a swimmin', and men posing as women Their coffers a brimmin', using tactics that we all abhor. If not for our cronies, we could be victims for sure.--- Because of the forum. Nevermore!
For coins that we need, while avoiding the greed It's best that we heed, the sage words from the real collectors galore. Putting up with the flies, to gain words from the wise While some give up and say their goodbyes, is the cost of heretofore. Judge the board as a whole, and its value will soar.--- Long live the forum. Evermore!
A coindealer like Hamlet stood holding up a coin "Alas" he said "I knew this..." --while looking at a dime A dime that had been dipped, and stipped, and otherwise conserved "It use to be a shinning gem... but now--behold! a turd!"
A jolly, jaunty, happy coin Came rolling down the street It rolled right up to David Hall And stopped there at his feet It took a look at Mr. Hall And this is what it said: "I'm the only talking coin! A clad Ike Mr. Ed!"
Carl, those were brilliant! I'm the one who resurrected this thread. I was looking for my old limericks for another reason and thought it'd be neat to see what we could come up with now nearly a year later.
New collectors, please educate yourself before spending money on coins; there are people who believe that using numismatic knowledge to rip the naïve is what this hobby is all about.
A lonely old house, full of empty rooms And the dust of centuries gloomily looms on the horizon. It seeps and it sags, The broken window panes droop and drag. A child! A child, humblest of all, Skulks in the house and slinks down its old hall. The house, shocked out of slumber by the mere Presence of the waif, starts and groans for fear of losing its solitude. The small boy scampers about in pure youthful joy.
Stealthily I glint from a far corner.
A gleam catches in the vagrant's young eye, he hurries to the corner and tries to pry A SOMETHING from its ancient entombment.
Now I struggle to resist my capture.
Slowly, determinedly the old treasure is worked free. The dust of years of censure from the outside billows in the staid air of the house.
---------------- My thick dusty robe falls bare. I gleam and shine in the half-light darkness, reflecting in his eyes a hungriness a longing for times gone by forgotten.
Delicately, reverently the small boy pockets his treasure, turns toward the hall and silently exits the old house, still looming o'er the world; it forever will.
That was fun.
Lotsa great poems in this thread! I love writing poetry, although I don't find the time to do it quite so often as I would like.
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I came across some Morgans eerily toned beyond rainbow lore.
Though no doubt tempted, better judgement preempted
Sneaky snakes exempted, buying coins like these is often poor.
Tis the work of "easyman" beaming through my monitor. ---
Wisdom from the CU forum, "Nevermore!"
Not wishing to buy from the hotplate, a new search was fate
The title exclaimed "HUSBAND'S ESTATE" Was this to be my destined score?
Was Deb as she seemed? No doubt! I deemed
Til Shirohniichan intervened, with a doctored coin that was hard to ignore.
Things weren't quite as they appeared in this store. ---
The forum had spoken. Nevermore.
Was all of eBay tainted? With vermin aquainted?
And few coins unpainted? Finding good items is a daunting chore.
There are swimmers a swimmin', and men posing as women
Their coffers a brimmin', using tactics that we all abhor.
If not for our cronies, we could be victims for sure.---
Because of the forum. Nevermore!
For coins that we need, while avoiding the greed
It's best that we heed, the sage words from the real collectors galore.
Putting up with the flies, to gain words from the wise
While some give up and say their goodbyes, is the cost of heretofore.
Judge the board as a whole, and its value will soar.---
Long live the forum. Evermore!
You get a gold star for that one!
But the problem is
Its not Thursday.
"Alas" he said "I knew this..." --while looking at a dime
A dime that had been dipped, and stipped, and otherwise conserved
"It use to be a shinning gem... but now--behold! a turd!"
Came rolling down the street
It rolled right up to David Hall
And stopped there at his feet
It took a look at Mr. Hall
And this is what it said:
"I'm the only talking coin!
A clad Ike Mr. Ed!"
Okay, okay I'm done. Who started this?
So I could buy a coin or two
I feel like such a slob
But coin stuff is all I want to do
Such a dilema, no one is hiring
Although I hear it's better because there isn't so much firing
I wish I had a job
So I could buy more than a stupid key fob
If you've got a job now you're sittin' pretty
For those of us who don't, we just dream and write a ditty
I wish I had a job
So I could buy a coin or two
I wish I had a job
And maybe even save a life or two
Trimes don't have no weight
AG coins don't have no date
Michigan quarters are late
New collectors, please educate yourself before spending money on coins; there are people who believe that using numismatic knowledge to rip the naïve is what this hobby is all about.
<< <i>Hey, it's Thursday!
Here too!
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A lonely old house, full of empty rooms
And the dust of centuries gloomily looms
on the horizon. It seeps and it sags,
The broken window panes droop and drag.
A child! A child, humblest of all,
Skulks in the house and slinks down its old hall.
The house, shocked out of slumber by the mere
Presence of the waif, starts and groans for fear
of losing its solitude. The small boy
scampers about in pure youthful joy.
Stealthily I glint from a far corner.
A gleam catches in the vagrant's young eye,
he hurries to the corner and tries to pry
A SOMETHING from its ancient entombment.
Now I struggle to resist my capture.
Slowly, determinedly the old treasure
is worked free. The dust of years of censure
from the outside billows in the staid air
of the house.
---------------- My thick dusty robe falls bare.
I gleam and shine in the half-light darkness,
reflecting in his eyes a hungriness
a longing for times gone by forgotten.
Delicately, reverently the small
boy pockets his treasure, turns toward the hall
and silently exits the old house, still
looming o'er the world; it forever will.
That was fun.
Lotsa great poems in this thread! I love writing poetry, although I don't find the time to do it quite so often as I would like.
-Amanda
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