A farthing was not much, even then
Just half a ha’penny
Threepenny bits were lopsided, awkward
They didn’t quite fit
The tanner, staple of pocket money
Christmas pudding surprise, and song
Two shillings never sounded as grand as a florin
A crown more famous by half
And although it is easier to count by tens than twelves
The names have never been replaced
Resisting the decimal point they endure
Always a name, never a number
They linger in our memory
As coins resting in a well-worn pocket
Harbinger of delight when discovered
Never simply change
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