Stingy Poem by Lamar Cole

Stingy



Melvin was stingier than an off brand bag of potato chips.
At restaurants he refused to give tips.
Even if the servers were good.
Melvin wouldn't leave a good tip as he should.
He would say thank you child.
And give the servers handshakes and big smiles.

Sunday, June 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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