A Man Of Means - Poem by Robert Murray Smith

A man of means by no means
was tight.

Not in the sense of too much
of you know what.

But tight tight with filthy
lucre.

You know that sort of thing
you want more of.

Anyway, to cut a long story
shorter than short.

He bought himself a car, you
know what I mean three wheels,
and an engine.

Now being tighter than a tight
you know what, he forgot about
the running costs.

So, what did he do he converted
his car to a pedalling car.

You don't believe me? It's true
as I am that man of means by no
means.

Poems by Robert Murray Smith

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