'From what is required of scissors
to mine small diamonds from cardboard,
our basic currency unit will be the snip;
100 carats will make up a snip',
a new state decrees.
With no choice,
everybody agrees.
But soon:
a snip becomes a diamond -
20 snips, a pink one;
a carat becomes a cut -
50 carats, a rutabaga, a swede.
There is no limit to the fun.
All right! Give me some money and I will have some fun! (The poem was fun, too!)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed your thought pattern with these words and we need these vegies at Christmas. Best wishes to you Douglas.