M is for Money

Doesn't everyone wish they had known a little bit more about money?  How hard it is it to earn.  How easily to leaves you?  How you never seem to have enough?  

Here's a cute little poem I found and liked and will end it with this.

Lunch Money

by Carol Diggory Shields

Don't ask Dad -- he never has any, 

Grandma's purse has a nickle and a penny.

Mom has a five, but the car needs gas, 

Here's a dirty quarter someone found in the grass.

Checked all our pockets -- nothing but gum

piggy bank, piggy bank, here I come!