The bum
(A ridiculous poem about a bum who is made to eat)
He was down on his luck
and just didn´t want to get touched.
Who could blame him if it´s all the same.
Though he was almost shamed.
He wanted to wander to the alcohol shop
Though his trajectory was interrupted by a sick game
No schnapps just chips for chaps
Hands out trembling lame
Not the old man you say!
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