Thwarter Quarter Poem by Ima Ryma

Laying on a city sidewalk
Was a quarter shiny and bright.
Many passersby, to their shock,
Stooped to pick up, but in a plight
Were unable to do the job,
Many fingers and many fails,
And many perplexed looks agob,
And many broken fingernails.
One old lady did try and try,
But had to give up in disdain.
A bunch of cuss words she did cry,
And beat that quarter with her cane.

Human frustration, lots I viewed,
Thanks to quarter I super glued.