Phinius T Bluster

a northern wind blows
like the howling of his name
bringing forth insults
adding more to his shame
he trusts not anyone
and no one offers him their hand
making his living
off the sweat of other peoples land
he is the cruel banker
even his brother likes him not
after taking the land of Buffalo Bob
they put him on the spot
the Indian Princess Summerfall
attending the tribal dance
caught the miserly Phinius
with his hands down a young mans pants
she reported him to the council
then to the association of federal banks
now he stands on the corner
selling sour ***** and franks
    
Gomer LePoet....