THE THRIFTY PRINCIPAL
He's been thrifty with his praises
All his life.
He's been thrifty with the dough
He gave his wife.
Now he's going to retire,
It's the cold he feels, not fire,
'Cause he's been just too damned thrifty
With his life.
He was thrifty with his tolerance
And tact.
And humanity was one more thing
He lacked.
So it isn't any wonder
That he feels he's going under,
That the dice are loaded
And the cards are stacked.
If the Sermon on the Mount
Means anything,
Then we'll have to have him back
Inside the ring.
We don't have to call him 'dear’,
But, let's buy the man a beer,
'Cause he's just an old bee now -
Without a sting.
Another poem GWF from the 1994 book "Verse you can read" - The chapter called 'On Pedagogy'
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
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great poem!
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