posted 28th September 2024
The Old Man stumbled down the street,
Trying to find yet another defeat.
Thrown from pillar to post,
He's been through more than most.
The Busker played away, away, away.
Searching for a better way to play.
The sounds thundered down to everyone in town,
The music the busker played, was always going down.
The Lady from Bake, was lying awake,
Trying to free herself from the deadly snake.
The rain thundered down, umbrellas all round,
The Lady from Bake was running late.
The singer was full of splendour,
Forever looking for one last bender.
The greatest hits from time,
Sung out for people from other times.
The writer was high on happiness,
Longing to find a lasting joy,
Free from the young little curses,
That littered the street from one to two.
It was bright and sunny when the actor pulled awake.
Hearing the music playing away in daylight,
The Actor found a special place,
Forever loving the sounds of those with creative space.