Francis Duggan - The Poor Miser

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

Francis Duggan

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