THE LEGEND OF STINGY JIM, A NEW POEM BY SIR RUN RUN SHAW;

February 23, 2012 – CONTRIBUTING POET LAUREATE OF THE EAST AND SOUTH PACIFIC, SIR RUN RUN SHAW, PUBLISHES HIS LATEST WORK FROM THE UPANISHADS OF ENNUI:

                                                 THE LEGEND OF STINGY JIM 

                                                                PART FIRST

In what hellish hole dost thou prowl the night to plunge thy fell syringe?
By what right claimst you my soul, my honor; or my pocket to infringe?
The very sight of thee, bewhiskered menace! sullen, dour, doth make me cringe.
But if any sin in thy baleful mien transfixes, it’s the intensity of your “stinge”. 

A needful man who sits with thee to prattle,  confabulate and babble,
Is a bosom friend, indeed,  especially when his fate is so hardscrabble.
But ye care not; in matters kind and Christian; ye dare’st not dabble.
When I begged for none but one, your “No!” did cause my voice to gabble. 

WE SHALL BE PUBLISHING SIR RUN’S MASTERPIECE ABOUT CHEAPNESS AND PERSISTENT PENURIOUSNESS IN SUBSEQUENT EDITIONS – Editor