Common people called him stingy
And with his funds he was.
But he was parsimonious
In areas that they never saw.
Epitaph
True, he never spent a dime
If he could get it free.
He never wasted any time
That anyone could see.
He didn’t have much love to give
And wanted no love back
He had a certain way to live
Laid out in white and black.
He didn’t give and didn’t take.
He had no use for friends.
He died alone and that’s the way
This kind of story ends
ljm
The word was, of course, Parsimonious. I like doing these, but am having trouble keeping up with one a day every day. They are easy, but sorta like graffitti on a wall. It's OK to paint them out.