by Scott Scherr

Created on: November 05, 2011

I went to the banker to make an exchange,
And traded my toy gun with four model planes.
The banker was rude and quite shrewd with the cash,
His greedy eyes lit up- he eyeballed my stash.

I asked him quite firmly, “So, what’s it all worth?”
He looked at me coldly and said, “Pound of dirt.”
“You’ve got to be kidding!  This is a great trade.”
The banker shrugged shoulders, said, “Have a good day.”

I said, “Wait a minute, I’ll throw in one bar.”
That caught his attention, as did my toy car.
The candy was priceless; the car was my gold,
I gave him the goods, and he doled out the dough.

One-hundred play dollars, to him, was a steal.
I needed the money to rescue Lucille.
The kidnapper’s note said to meet in the park,
Drop off the ransom, and wait there ‘till dark.

The kidnapper came with my dog on a chain,
And it was the banker!  But I knew his name.
“Johnny!  You can’t be the bank and the thief!”
My brother said, “Uh-huh! They are on T.V.”

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