Mister Scrooge.

A penny for your thoughts.
Said a man who was passing by a man sitting on a park bench staring into space.
A penny said the thinking man, my thoughts are worth more than a penny.
How much are they worth said the man who was passing by.
At least a pound said the thinking man.
A bloody well pound that’s day light robbery.
I will give you a quarter of that said the man who was passing by.
Ok said the thinking man.
They exchanged the money agreed.
And the passing by man asked well what are your thoughts.
My thoughts said the thinking man are.
You are a tight miserly son of a bitch.