This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. Waste not. Want not. Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.” When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot? As we grow; we learn, “money doesn’t grow on trees.”Continue reading “Waste not. Want not: trash bags”
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Waste not. Want not: grease
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living.
Waste not. Want not: chap stick
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. Waste not. Want not. Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.” When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot? As we grow; we learn, “money doesn’t grow on trees.”Continue reading “Waste not. Want not: chap stick”
Waste not. Want not: sandwich bags
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. This is what I have written so far: Waste not. Want not. Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.” When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot? As weContinue reading “Waste not. Want not: sandwich bags”
Waste not. Want not: condiments packets.
Mustard, ketchup, butter, pepper, or salt. I don’t eat out a lot. Put that spending to a halt. When I do, those condiment packets will be saved. Eaten later or added to a recipe, usefulness will be made. Some restaurants now days are making us pay for those. Concerning our budgets, we must be onContinue reading “Waste not. Want not: condiments packets.”
Waste not. Want not: tooth paste
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. Toothpaste: squeeze, squeeze you. But never tease me. I will cut you open before I let you be. Give me all your power. Your contents, I will devour. Inside I find more paste. Enough for at lease 5 moreContinue reading “Waste not. Want not: tooth paste”
Waste not. Want not: leftovers
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. Waste not. Want not. Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.” When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot? As we grow; we learn, “money doesn’t grow on trees.”Continue reading “Waste not. Want not: leftovers”
Waste not. Want not: coffee
This is a poem I’m doing in stages to highlight the little things I do toward frugal living. Coffee. Nectar of God. You help me through another day. Upright and functional, you help me stay. What about your grounds? A use for you, I have found. Nutrients to the soil you will add. Helping myContinue reading “Waste not. Want not: coffee”
Waste Not. Want Not.
Waste not. Want not. Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.” When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot? As we grow; we learn, “money doesn’t grow on trees.” I save the salt from chocolate squeeze. To my stew you are added. Flavor has beenContinue reading “Waste Not. Want Not.”
Waste not. Want not.
Waste not. Want not. Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.” When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot? As we grow; we learn, “money don’t grow on trees.” I save the salt from chocolate squeeze. To my stew you are added. Flavor has beenContinue reading “Waste not. Want not.”
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