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Tight Wad
TIGHT WAD Yer cannie, as cannie be. Nae sloutch, or frivolous, spend-thrift, ye. Whose coin, to feered to leave the purse, -in-case it’s ye’sd tae quench the thirst. O, the ither, who just stood ye one. Now sitting empty as a drouthy burn, as he waits on you to stand your turn. He taps his glass, he looks at you, A bead of sweat runs doon your broo. There’s nae way oot o this one noo. Ye steady yer-sel, ye are resigned. Then an idea springs tae mind. You dig deep, you rummage roond. The ither hopes its coin you’ve foond. But you pull oot your watch instead, his face is thunder yours turns red. But not of shame, but by reprieve, for the precious coin that’s now been saved--to see the light of a-nither day, as you prepare to go your way. Jings is that the time, you will exclaim. It’s time that you were getting hame. And as you leave to go on your way, I’ll catch you next time you will say, As you pat you’re purse, well hidden away, Your coinage safe for a-nither day. A poem by john scott
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