Roadkill, the poor man’s comfort food.
For the woodworkers out there:
Alder, the poor man’s cherry.
For all of our Natalie Portman fans (and I’m one of 'em): http://www.popeater.com/2011/01/12/natalie-portman-topless-miss-dior/
PHP is the poor man’s Perl.
Ruby is the poor man’s Smalltalk.
Python is the poor man’s Scheme.
Objects are the poor man’s closures, and vice-versa.
Zen is the poor man’s Zen.
Coast Guard is the poor man’s Navy.
Maybe not so well known, but it looks to me like Zlad is the poor man’s Borat.
He’s gone through a critical reappraisal in the past decade or so, but in the past many would’ve called Phil Ochs the poor man’s Dylan. (And when he was starting out, of course, Dylan himself was the poor man’s Woody Guthrie.)
Cold Steel, the poor man’s every custom knife maker from whom they ever stole a design.
Michael Buble, the poor man’s Harry Connick Jr - OK, just kidding
“The Singing Bee”, the poor man’s “Don’t Forget the Lyrics”
And although I’ve never watched either, I think it’s still correct to say:
“The Mentalist”, the poor man’s “Psych”
St. Vincent, the poor man’s Bjork.
Boredom, the poor man’s ennui.
Sickert, the poor man’s Degas
Romancing the Stone, the poor man’s Indiana Jones
Brian Cox, the Poor Man’s Carl Sagan
Fins the poor man’s Benjamins.
Flea markets, the poor man’s shopping malls.
EBay, the poor man’s Flea Market.
Harold Lloyd, the poor man’s Buster Keaton, the poor man’s Charlie Chaplin.
Cybermen, the poor man’s Borg.
Tomorrow, the poor man’s today.
Mr. Pibb - the poor man’s Dr. Pepper.
Michael Bay - the poor man’s Sam Peckinpah.
The United States of America: the poor man’s democracy.
Cybermen came first. 1966