The Meanest Man

     There’s the man who tells you stories,

     And the man who steals your glories,

There’s the man who treats you finely, but behind your back will talk;

     There’s the man who whines for pity,

     But the meanest in the city

Is the fellow who refuses to put ashes on his walk.

     There’s the man who borrows money

     With his promises of honey,

There’s the man who drinks the contents while he lets you smell the cork;

.    But the man who ought to suffer

     Is the inhumanic duffer,

Who has ashes in his cellar, but won’t put ‘em on the walk.

Jan. 6, ‘10