In the Wee Hours of a Haypenny

There's not much left to buy
when a haypenny's all you've got.
A nurse spends more on starch,
what, with her tic-tac wacky uniforms.

I see the mechanic working in his garage,
and he probably spends his haypenny on electricity for his radio
or air, for his compressorized air-tools.

The elderly cop on the beat
is so weary of walking & talking/talking & walking,
that he's convinced himself that he must tuck his haypennies away.
he yearns not for a watch, for he owns a tarnished shield,
but he would like a grand slice of retirement pie, a la mode.
It's really too bad he'll have no taste-buds left.

Then there's the minister
convincing all of the good people
to drop their haypennies in an envelope
addressed to only him,
so that he won't have to put his in the basket.

Now, I don't know about the rest of you
but, if I ever get a haypenny..........I'm spending it, on me,