Stingy

He offered so sparingly,
In a way that suggested
That I should answer
With a ,"No, thank you, please!"
So I never partook
Of his homemade moonshine,
Never did have
That glass of wine,
Never heard a word
Of Hegel, or Bain,
Never a morsel  of kith or of kine,
Never a sophic dram of Philo's passion,
Never a draught of June or Sartre.
I hung my clothes on the hickory limb,
But, I never even got close to the water.

 

-jenn long