I got bored one day back in 1990, and so I wrote this down. Its on the simple side of my imagination.

Once upon a time, there was a dime. It was said, it was made of lead. The shiney dime, oh sometimes would show its head, its not red. The shiney dime, it will ryme; it fell on my bed, bounced up and hit my head. The shiny dime met a new quarter, so thirty five cents eloped to the border. I know that the quarter does not ryme, so my saying is just a bit shorter. I'm still to think if there is a link, or maybe my poems about to sink. I'd better stop while I'm ahead, so I'll go flop into my bed.