Put in a dollar, and after a few minutes, you will receive a glorious sonnet extolling the virtues of your one true love, full of subtle metaphors and exquisite imagery, guaranteed to melt the coldest heart.
For a quarter, you may have your choice of a complex but mediocre sestina, or a simple yet pleasing villanelle, on a subject selected at random.
For a dime, a tragic ballad in which the family member of your choosing is lost at sea.
A nickel will get you a limerick, dirty or not, as you please.
Today, all I have are pennies.