In wild vanity your curiosity hunts
What no greedy archer ever shot;
And pining under unrequited labor,
You’ll condemn your inclement lot.
In ceaseless tilling your brow
Shall toil endlessly under sun,
Till no sweat sits on your skin;
And return with no medal won.
For your parsimonious hand
Withholds the destitute's alms;
Making poor riffraff folks curse
The sting of your stingy palms.
Kindest Heaven's warning counsel
Patient gracious amnesty supplies;
Now open those hoarding stores,
And heed the unfortunate's cries.
Someone told me that all Smythes are crazy, and I believed them
At first, until I met one
Who was delightful, and kind, and did not generalize people
He gave me a chance, which was a marvelous thing.
For I had not been willing to give him one.
Another told me that old women are dried up.
Not knowing any, I believed it.
Until I became an old woman
And realized I am more excited about life than I have ever been.
I paint, cartoon, dance, play racquetball, and write poetry.
So I am not dried up.
They told me that all white people are stuck up.
I looked at my skin. It is peach not white.
I was relieved, for when they tell me, I usually believe it
Until I meet one.
And realize when we are talking about people
ALL never makes sense.
I should have known this right away.
I am an identical twin, and we agree on practically nothing.
My uncle told me that the Scottish are stingy; I believed him
Because I was young, and I had never met one.
I did not even know what they were.
But then I grew up and had a DNA test.
And guess what? I am Scottish.
And I am not stingy, so I guess that one is out the window too.
My uncle is still smirking about this one.
Stingy Jack knew he had made a booboo during his living
When he tricked the crazy devil, who was not forgiving
He did not make it into heaven due to his stingy way.
So tried to go to the underworld, where the devil doth play.
The devil laughed and said go roam the earth.
Have fun Stingy Jack. He said this with mirth.
The earthlings were scared, so they carved faces.
Known as Jack-o-lanterns in pumpkin places.
They put lights inside to glow in the dark.
Figured if he was around, he would recognize their mark.
They decorated their houses in oranges and black.
A tribute that Jack knew as do not come back
Black represented the veil between heaven and hwell,
Orange he recognized as this is not the place to dwell.
So poor Stingy Jack was treated forever with pure ugly mean.
Which makes the Jack-o-Lanterns grin each Halloween.
~Stingy, Stingy~
There once was a poet named
Stingy,
Who loved only himself, what a
pathetic, lost dingy!
One day, poor, lost soul, fell on his
self-centered duff.
Furious that 34 comments were
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August 25, 2019
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Miss Generous gave me a cup of beans and ham
almost reluctantly from the family-salad bowl yesterday
after I casually mentioned six or eight times my lunch had been pinched.
But no ham, she was careful to spoon around that.
And no horse radish which I love the best, although she had three jars of it.
I thanked her as if she had saved me from being hanged.
Then I looked at my spoon. She had somehow cut each bean in half.
She is even more strange than I thought yesterday
And yesterday I thought she was over-the top weird and stingy.
I can not turn off my brain
It is driving me insane
So many thoughts I can't get out
I just want to scream and shout
Keeping me up every night
Mornings looking like a fright
From the lack of sleep I know
It's now beginning to show
How crazy it's making me
Friends, coworkers, family
Are seeing the insane signs
From me crossing loony lines
Into goofy, strange and weird
Sometimes even I get scared
I can't do this anymore
I'm gonna even up the score
Finding the hidden sandman
Knowing that I finally can
Get some needed sleep or I
Will make this little creature cry
From the spanking he will get
It's his fault-- he wont forget
To now visit me for bed
Or I'll stay loopy in the head
She was often totally furious
With her husband who was penurious
He gave pennies to the poor
After quite a big uproar
His flamboyant stinginess quite curious.
In love, a woman gives her heart, soul and mind,
Men seldomly reciprocate in kind,
They'll take whatever godness is offered
and run with it until they get tired,
If women only give a little of themselves,
The well will overflow and the relationship
becomes more intense,
The law of least effort comes to the rescue,
delivering women from relationship issues.
stingy old man.
black breath.
you stroll, filling
the cracks of my youth.
crimson wrists
plunge into severed
ground once filled with
fresh soil.
until you came.
ripped into my
rigid structure, and you.
old man, went forth
to obliterate my being.
and watch, squinted eyes.
hanging over the
adjacent moon of
your lips.
as brick by brick I am
being left with shear
memory.
black. breath. black
black breath.
old man. shut the corroded
mattress. You’ve outstayed
your welcome-
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