The Old Curmudgeon

Strollin' thro' the park the other day I chanced upon to meet, An old feller sittin' on a bench and he invited me to have a seat. He looked somewhat disreputable and I was hesitant at first, But he proferred a fifty-cent jug of wine for to sate my thirst! The hootch loosened him as he disclosed his monetary philosophy, So I sat back to listen, thinkin' maybe I could learn a thing or three. "Son, you see that brand-new Cadillac a-sittin' over there? I'll tell you how I got that and how I became a millionaire!" "I check under every cushion lookin' for loose change, When checkin' into a motel, but my wife thinks that mighty strange! I even pick up pennies off the street, savin' all I can find. People titter and gawk at me but I pay them never mind!" "You see these duds I'm a-wearin'? The best Goodwill has to offer! Shoppin' there leaves more pelf to fill my bountiful coffer! I get free pop from Goodwill when to them I grudgin'ly donate. Of course, I require a receipt for my annual tax rebate!" "Each Wednesday I take my spouse on a jolly spree, To dine on ninety-nine cent hamburgers, a bargain don't you see!" Well, I learned one thing from that old geezer I suppose: You can never judge a feller by the cut of his clothes! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)