In honor of Valentine’s Day, we wrote some poems in honor of our favorite products, investments and hobby. Share your stacker poem with us below!
A Silverbug Valentine
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Candy is sweet, and I love you,
But flowers will wilt and candy mildew
Gimmie some silver or at least an IOU.
For Love of Turtles
Hello Cupid, I see you aiming at me
No flowers or sweets, just Takus from Fiji
In fact, any kind of silver will do
Coins, bars or rounds, our love is true.
Hail to the Queen
Whether koala or kangaroo,
Perth Mint, I love animals by you.
However I feel I must complain–
(Surely this is a common refrain?)
Perhaps there is something you can do
That not all obverses remain the same.
RCM offers a great selection,
I love to browse their collection,
Who doesn’t love a Canadian Maple?
(Despite milk spots they make a great staple!)
Maybe we could have an election–
And pick a new portrait–are we able?
I mean no disrespect
She does look quite perfect.
So I’m not being mean–
She started when she was only 16!
–I’m just saying maybe it’s time to accept
A coin could feature something besides the queen.
My Valentine
Other lovers may accept macaroni hearts
Construction paper scribbles or Sweet Tarts
But my valentine knows
Anything goes
Platinum, silver, gold–just fill up the cart!
Share your poem here or on Facebook and Twitter today.
Suppose Will Shakespeare were alive today and writing plays about Wall Street and its denizens. How might the famous soliloquies of these characters read?
(Macbeth ponders the meaning of trading during a market slump)
Investing, and investing, and investing,
Sinks to new creepy depths from day to day
As battered equities do tumble time,
And all the cap gains we thought secure
Just flit away like dreams. Rise, rise, down market!
Stocks now dwell in the shadows, a poor play
Of daily dips and slips that conjure rage
And then decline some more. It’s a fire sale,
Fanned by media clips, full of loss and anguish,
Profiting no one.
(The Merchant of Venice discusses huge CEO compensation packages)
The quantity of their earnings is not strained.
A drop in their company’s stock, though brutal,
Toucheth not those above. Comp here’ is twice blessed;
It bloateth in good times and when sales tank;
It’s embedded for the embedded; it rewards
Enthroned execs better than a crown…
(Hamlet-like ruminations of an overly conflicted investor)
To buy or not to buy,
Now that’s a question;
Whether ‘tis smarter to think stocks are cheap
And risk losing what’s left of my paltry fortune
Or flee from a market that like a bubble could pop
And by so doing—go where?
Money markets? I’d better sleep,
But ‘lo in dreams my mind would see
Those piddling rates, stuck lower than inflation.
In such times confused
‘Tis great consolation, that there’s a Wall Street muse.
Michael Silverstein’s newest book, The Devil’s Dictionary Of Wall Street, is now available from Amazon.
Funny and great job!