It was a lot of fun to operate the machine. You put in two quarters, pushed the the coins in, pulled back, and two stiff pieces of cardboard came out, with the poem sandwiched in between.

The grandmother's story had many more episodes, including having a lamb that kept butting her mother, plus all kinds of dire employment.

ETA: And thank you for the good wishes re: the poison ivy. I will slather myself with people's good words and hopefully the poison ivy rash will get the message.