Frugal Poems - Poems about Frugal

i'm a frugal queen and proud know where a penny goes a meal stretch to a crowd same boat all others knows keep a journal of my day to see what l have spent penny jam jar l will pay as l cook and grow and mend but harder every year to cutting back some more do we eat or heat now fear and bills line...

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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...

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frugal one squeeze roll toothpaste tube last fate fold love- your origami...

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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...

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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....

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How I love, just to create; making things, with wire and other old scraps. Settling on a design, I will make it to sell, but my accounting’s not quite straight. I’ll begin my project, straight away; what I create, I hope to sell. I build an armature, of wire and follow my design; there are always...

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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...

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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....

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Behold, my June bride My masterpiece of beauty Need real diamonds...

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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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