The Miser's Fall

Once in the country of Afghanistan
There was a very filthy-rich man.
Rumors were that he could buy,
All the stars in the night sky!

But his wealth had one side-effect,
The poor and needy, he didn't respect !
So the people went a mile away,
In this strange damp slum called Danto Bay.

Now that the people had left the village,
His shop wasn't running well as he aged,
He saw that he was out of luck,
For all he had left was a fisherman's truck.

He planned to get the people back,
So in money he would never lack,
He started the rusty truck of his,
And set his target one mile east.

Soon the miser reached his spot,
It was an old port, uncomfortably hot
He saw one of his villagers, went near him and said,
"Hello you shall come back! Leave this dirty shed!

The villager saw him talking, turned back and replied,
"Who are you old man? The shopkeeper already died."
And then hopelessly the miser went back to his place.
And after that he never showed his face!