A Poem

A Coin Collector's Wife.

Money, money everywhere, but not a dime to spend;
If this keeps up, our marriage is coming to an end.
Money in every dresser drawer and money on the shelf;
But there isn't one thin dime that I may spend upon myself:
Lincoln cents and Mercury dimes, and Washington quarters, too!
Some of them are old and worn, and some of them are brand new.
I wish my husband cared as much about the way I look,
as he does about the pictures in that new coin book..

The paycheck that he gets doesn't mean a thing to me,
'Cause hubby needs a 1909-S Lincoln VDB.
As soon as he gets the coin, he'll be looking for some other;
I think I'd be better off if I went home to live with mother.

One day in desperation, I took shiny half a dollar;
He said it was a commemorative, and you should have heard him holler!
Another time I took a coin and he said it was a "proof;"
When I told him that I had spent it, I thought he'd raise the roof!
With all that money 'round the house, we're really very poor;
I'm getting sick and tired of it, of that I'm really sure!

So, I advise you, single girls, if you want a happy life;
Don't marry a coin collector and be a Coin Collector's Wife,

Shouting, "Money money everywhere and not a dime to spend;"
Don't ever let a coin collector ever be more than just a friend.

Author Unknown.