The Coin, By Ollie Owl

Children don't do this at home!

The Coin!
By L. Don Oliver

Hearing the mourning of a train,
Before it rounded the bend;
Standing next to the tracks,
Waiting for it to descend;

Walking up to the tracks,
Placing a nickel upon the rail;
Raising up to an erect position,
Then hauling my adolescent tail;

The engineer blows his whistle,
Waves as he goes flying by;
Trying to find the errant nickel,
I will give it a yeoman's try;

Finally finding the nickel,
Mashed to a large flat,
It was my only nickel,
Why did I do that;