Time for a trip back to 1966 for a 'Friday Funny.'Here's a short poem by Charlie Gebhard that was published in the
Waverly Democrat (Waverly, Iowa), courtesy of Representative Harold Royce Gross (R-IA):
WE'VE BEEN SLUGGEDNow listen, friends, and you shall hear
Just why I'm crying in my beer.
It really is a tale of woe
That started many years ago.
My dad worked hard and saved his cash,
And taught me not to do things rash.
He said, "Now, son, please stay awake
And wooden nickels do not take."
I shunned the poolhalls in my youth
And booze and dames and things uncouth;
Yes, I was prudent all my life
And found myself a thrifty wife.
We worked together, side by each,
Till wealth was nearly in our reach.
But then there came the fateful day;
That "two-bit move" by L.B.J.
For coins he ruled that silver's out
And copper slugs he's spread about.
He says they're just as good as gold;
Farewell to honest coins of old.
Now I recall my father's words:
"Wooden nickels are for the birds."
New copper slugs seem worthless, too,
But what are you and I to do?
The day of reckoning is here;
That's why I'm crying in my beer.
Life's no longer milk and honey--
Here we are with funny money.
Mr. Gephard certainly had a way with words!

For other of my posts about coins and medals, including US and Canadian commemorative pieces, see:
Commems Collection