After taxes he takes home fifteen hundred dollars a week yet he says not enough <br />By the way he talks one would swear that he is doing it tough <br />Yet fifteen hundred a week does seem very good pay <br />Some people are greedy and mean in a small way <br />A forty year old single fellow he lives on the cheap <br />He does not have a wife and children to keep <br />He owns his own home and he owns a new car <br />And he does not gamble, drink alcohol, smoke or go to the public bar <br />He is known as The Miser for him an apt nickname <br />For not saving more money the tax man he does blame <br />And though from him a sad story one only does hear <br />'Tis said that he banks fifty thousand a year <br />He talks with a poor mouth and 'twould be fair to say <br />That he is a poor man when he feels this way.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poor-miser/
