I knew a man named Miser Cran

He could have been a kind young man

But in his youth he should have known

How quickly the seeds of greed are sewn

For he was selfish and he was mean

With all that wealth his eyes were keen

He saved it for no particular reason

Through every single lonesome season

He watched and waited as money increased

Untill all his friends were old or deceased

He had no-one to love and no-one to care

So be a be a miser if you dare.

© Renee Dallow ( Hybiscus Bloom ) 16/5/2014

Illustrations by J.C. Leyendecker.