Smart, by Shel Silverstein (and other stuff)
Friday, December 14th, 2007 08:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lizziecSeveral years ago (possibly when my age was still single digits!) I was given a book of poetry by my Auntie Lee for Christmas (or a Birthday) called "Where the Sidewalk Ends". It had some lovely poems in, many of which I am still very fond of.
I don't often think of them, but today on irc, someone mentioned this story on the BBC news in which "A counterfeiter who produced fake £1 coins with an estimated total value of £14m, has been jailed for five years." Apparently "at one stage he was making 10,000 to 12,000 coins per day and was paid about £2,000 in cash a week by the two men.". This seemed silly to the person who first posted it into irc as "selling 60,000 pound coins for just £2000 doesn't seem like a good deal", and that is what made me think of the poem.
I've decided to share it with you all, for your amusement :)
Smart
by Shel Silverstein
My dad gave me one dollar bill
'Cause I'm his smartest son,
And I swapped it for two shiny quarters
'Cause two is more than one!
And then I took the quarters
And traded them to Lou
For three dimes -- I guess he don't know
That three is more than two!
Just then, along came old blind Bates
And just 'cause he can't see
He gave me four nickels for my three dimes,
And four is more than three!
And I took the nickels to Hiram Coombs
Down at the seed-feed store,
And the fool gave me five pennies for them,
And five is more than four!
And then I went and showed my dad,
And he got red in the cheeks
And closed his eyes and shook his head--
Too proud of me to speak!
In other news, my hand is much better, as in much less owie. Ben and I took off last night's dressing and inspected it and it hasn't blistered, though in the worst place the skin doesn't look as healthy as it might. We've applied some antiseptic burn cream and redressed it and though it's still quite tender, it's not nearly as bad as it was. I'm leaving it open tonight so that it can air and then dressing it again tomorrow morning so it's protected while I do daytime stuff. Looks like I dodged a bullet there :) Once again, yay for cold water (lots of) and the first aid kit from the car :D
Christmas shopping tomorrow, and then we can relax for 10 days as stuff will have been done. Hurrah! :D
I don't often think of them, but today on irc, someone mentioned this story on the BBC news in which "A counterfeiter who produced fake £1 coins with an estimated total value of £14m, has been jailed for five years." Apparently "at one stage he was making 10,000 to 12,000 coins per day and was paid about £2,000 in cash a week by the two men.". This seemed silly to the person who first posted it into irc as "selling 60,000 pound coins for just £2000 doesn't seem like a good deal", and that is what made me think of the poem.
I've decided to share it with you all, for your amusement :)
'Cause I'm his smartest son,
And I swapped it for two shiny quarters
'Cause two is more than one!
And then I took the quarters
And traded them to Lou
For three dimes -- I guess he don't know
That three is more than two!
Just then, along came old blind Bates
And just 'cause he can't see
He gave me four nickels for my three dimes,
And four is more than three!
And I took the nickels to Hiram Coombs
Down at the seed-feed store,
And the fool gave me five pennies for them,
And five is more than four!
And then I went and showed my dad,
And he got red in the cheeks
And closed his eyes and shook his head--
Too proud of me to speak!
In other news, my hand is much better, as in much less owie. Ben and I took off last night's dressing and inspected it and it hasn't blistered, though in the worst place the skin doesn't look as healthy as it might. We've applied some antiseptic burn cream and redressed it and though it's still quite tender, it's not nearly as bad as it was. I'm leaving it open tonight so that it can air and then dressing it again tomorrow morning so it's protected while I do daytime stuff. Looks like I dodged a bullet there :) Once again, yay for cold water (lots of) and the first aid kit from the car :D
Christmas shopping tomorrow, and then we can relax for 10 days as stuff will have been done. Hurrah! :D
