Mr Busker
19 November, 2004
Author: Ben Franklin
I play my guitar
day in day out,
sing softly
sometimes shout,
The police chuck me out of the station
at least 5 times a day,
but I manage to sneek back in and put my
case in front of me and begin to
play,
I hardly get a penny from the rush-hour
people,
looking at me as if I was mad,
is playing you a song so evil?
I play songs for the homeless....
"here Bob,guess this song and I will give you a surprise..
"looking back on when I was a little nappie headed boy..."
Bob:"thats a stevie wonder number!!"
It sure is,
now take this sandwich with cheese and cucumber.
I maybe a busker
but I've got a kind heart,
you passing people wouldnt know where to
start.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| joyce Ivy (68.19.169.205) -- Friday, November 19 2004, 08:20 pm great job Ben...some people wouldn't know where to begin ...to open their hearts to other people...but from your poems I think you have a heart of gold...love your poems... |
| Ben F (81.100.175.39) -- Saturday, November 20 2004, 04:26 pm thank you so much, I dont know about you but I love buskers,if you have had rubbish day at work or just feeling low he/she will be there to play a song for that moment in time...and its all for free! thank you once again Ben x |
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