The Miser's Burial
The Miser’s Burial
By Elton Camp
Robert’s been a miser all his life
To spend always brings him strife
Desperate measures he will take
To save money for its own sake
He drives about in a scruffy old car
But then, he never goes very far
His dwelling is a run-down shack
A few feet from the railroad track
The grocery store he does amaze
He comes, not to buy, but to graze
Any samples that are on display
Disappear to the manager’s dismay
To save, Robert decided to try
In the event that he should die
Learning the cost of a burial plot,
In horror, he said, “I think not!”
But then the miser smiled with glee
“Standing up, there’s room for three!”
“A third of the plot for me will do
Possibly, I can sell the other two.”
He can’t take it with him when he dies,
But it wouldn’t be surprising if he tries
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