Faltering economic times in the wish granting business.
image via flickr by moorepat
I came across a wishing well while strolling through a field.
I tossed a shiny quarter in to see what it would yield.
I made a secret wish and then began to walk away
When from the water’s depths I heard a little fairy say,
“Times are getting harder everywhere I’m sure you know
And two bits for a wish these days is just a tad too low.
Perhaps you’ll find it in your heart to dig a little deeper
So I can grant your wish before prices go much steeper.”
I turned around and marched myself up to that sassy well
And peered into its murky depths to see if I could tell
If there was someone down there or if I was going mad.
I saw my own reflection and thought I didn’t look too bad.
I threw another quarter in and asked, “Is this enough
Or am I being foolish to be calling Fairy’s bluff?”
The little voice replied, “Well, sir, I know what you wished for
And what with inflation and all it’s going to cost you more.”
I mulled that over for awhile and then answered to that elf,
“No one knows the worth of my wish better than myself.
If you don’t want me to snatch you up in this old gunny sack
You’ll quickly reach into your till and hand my money back.
That just about says it all. 
Inflation, recession, depression; we live in interesting times.
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