The lean grean goes back

She took my wallet and threw it in the garbage, the sunshiny sister-in-law of mine.
– You can’t have such an awful thing to carry your money in!
And then she took me to the store to buy me a new one.
– But it has to be real thin, I complained. Not at all happy with her arbitrary conduct.
– It has to fit in my pocket.
Well the new one she got me kind of did. But what didn’t fit, was the swedish bills.
They kept sticking out all over the place.
And my friends back home . . . how they laughed.
– En grosshandlarplånbok!
Ha ha ha ha.
Stupid guys!

Anyway, I used it for almost a year now.
And kept trying out different currencies in it: norweigan crowns, german euros and finnish. None of them fit.
But all the time I kept a last green, lean one pressed up against the back of the pretenious thing.
Perhaps to remind me that I had promised to come back. Soon.
And so, now I am. Going back.
Unfortunately a lot sooner than I had planned.
But well, that’s how it is.

The old dollar bill seems quite thrilled though. He just got some new friends to keep him company for the trip.
The young master generously handed over his left overs from the past summer.
Eight lean, green uncles Sams.
Early tomorrow (or rather today) all ten of us are headingWest.
Once moore the roots are calling.

I can really see what she had against this fine sample!