John F. McCullagh

Gold Star - 4,852 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

Rumpelstiltskin's Revenge - Poem by John F. McCullagh

Rumpelstiltskin’s Revenge

A worthless scrap of linen
On which Ben Franklin’s printed
Can buy you one tenth ounce of gold
An eagle freshly minted.

Our Quantitative Easing
Has made Rumpelstiltskin sore
Our turning paper into gold
Means there’s no need for straw

As far as barbarous relics go
Gold Eagles are quite nice
But as gold doesn’t grow on trees
They’ll have to raise the price.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 23, 2009

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