winter rations of gentle sprinklings
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Sung to This Old Man
This old frugal
He bought one
Silver dollar
Just for fun
With a thick stacked, natty pack
Filled with silver eagles
He’ll beat inflation
And live regal
This old frugal
He bought two
U.S. Gold Eagles
That won’t devalue
With a thick stacked, natty pack
Filled with silver and gold
He’ll beat inflation
Before he’s too old
This old frugal
Has traded cash
For precious metals
A true value stash
With a thick stacked, natty pack
Filled with eighteen karat
His kids will smile
When they inherit
This old man
Is sad to see
The printing of too
Much paper money
Get a thick stacked, natty pack
To do yourself a favor
And beat inflation
As a metals saver
May 14, 2023
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A frugal man can have a plan
to save and save and save
Should he stay the course
through thick and thin
~ He'll soon be in the grave
We found ourselves being quite frugal;
Hired priest who played a blaring bugle;
To our alarm;
Had no charm;
Hearing his sermon had been brutal.
With all of the donuts would finagle;
She wanted one covered with maple;
Sorted through;
Did see view;
Not any so I brought her a bagel.
Here comes
The frugal man,
He sums
What silence can.
No haste
Can hurry him,
No waste
Can push odd whim.
Here see
The noisy fake,
Do be
A stern good make.
Sense clear
The stupid kind,
Do dear
Frame peace of mind.
Make haste
To run away,
Blind waste
Can bleed this day.
Know well
How time is harsh,
Just dwell
Not in a marsh.
Be plain
In simple terms,
To gain
A wholesome germ.
Dare live
Your vivid feel,
Just give
Love that can heal.
Right here
Dwells lavish grace,
Wear cheer
In fond embrace.
Leon Enriquez
25 August 2018
Singapore
Enough I have,
but more, would make do, better still.
Sufficing without icing is a nice thing to do,
but ample sufficiency is defeat, a condescending deceit.
For we all want bigger apportioned portions.
Want more than our fair share of the hearty fare.
Making do is so hard to do, but so easy to see through.
Behold, my June bride
My masterpiece of beauty
Need real diamonds
I fear
the flavor of fruitfulness,
the fullness of tables,
burden bent
by fleeting bounty
I dread the feast;
festivals
of frivolous indulgence
because I know
Famine rides hardest
where blessings rot.
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