by Edmund Conti
|Where ancient Rome
and Italy joins,
Shimmering, are many coins.
Well, not that many, making mountains
But here are there among the fountains.
They lie beneath the splashing waters
For every one a private wish:
Bring a son or take my daughters;
Let me catch another fish.
Theres a bright and shining penny.
Theres another hundred more.
Americans are here and many.
What do they need wishes for?
Bussed-in Britons part with farthings
(spare us any Spoonerisms)
Wishing for some trolley car things
(and lets omit the Toonerisms).
From Prague go halers splashing in.
Prego, Czechs are cashing in.
Finns bring here on many a day
Well-thawed out wishes for a pennia day
And when Helsinki freezes over
Plink go stotinka from
Bulgers in clover.
Frenchmen toss, and turn and rue
Centimes happy, centimes blue.
An Amsterdamsel will repeat
Her boyfriends coin toss in the
Separate wishes? Or Dutch treat?
Double Dutch? The gulden rule?
Fountains from the Renaissance
Fill with groszy and with groschen.
Middle European wants
Would fill the Atlantic Ocean.
Grecian urchin throws a drachma,
Looks up shyly, Well be back,
Threw a drachma but he kept a
Pocketful of smaller lepta.
And our mirth we cant disguise.
Drachma foolish, lepta wise.
Dinar timesay sevenish
Sheiks with shekels (thank you OPEC)
And making a collective wish,
Several Russians with one kopeck.
Down and out in Rome (in rhyme)
Fountain, can you spare a dime?
See those Puerto Rican boys?
Dreaming dreams and dreaming strange.
Much menudo macho noise.
Giant wishes for small change.
Throw Karl, marks, or even sous.
No odd dreams are out of range.
Wishers of the world, you lose
Nothing but your change.
Where Italy with old Rome is joined
Thats where hopes and dreams