The Miser’s Feast Poem by Robert Anderson

The Miser’s Feast



When Skinflint once a week doth dine,
Bread serves for pyes, tarts, beef, and mutton;
Water he calls ale, beer, or wine;
Then thinks himself expensive glutton.

Thursday, September 23, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: water
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