Stingy Poem by Morgan Michaels

Stingy



One kiss to last the night?
That's a bit stingy, dear,
and not right.
What do you think this is- King Lear?
I'm not seeking quarters
for a hundred soldiers.
Don't be like the old king's daughters-
give a little more!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success