A winters tale

 

 

 

He said, “I’ll sing you the blues

To coincide with this damp wintry night;

Throw in six pence more and I’ll strum

A tune on my three stringed guitar;

My mute will howl whilst I play

While the moon is still high and bright.

 

Tell your neighbors of this brief encounter

of the six legged kind.

Roll up roll up the red carpet beckons

At the entrance of oxford circus tube station tonight.

 

Tell them how this old man, old as God's good earth

Danced to the rhythms and pulses of our goddess mother earth;

Tell of his voice which moved mountains for you

And how his nimble fingers plucked  

Till reddish black and blue.

Tell of the homeless with hands open wide in queues

The Salvation Army adjacent

Feeding the multitude;

 

Tell how his mute howled the stars

Into the roaring waves

of Empires conquered seas;

With all the gusto of admiral nelson

bent down on a single knee.

 

Forget that I am old, imagine me young

Free spirited, full of life, a son of a gun.

The truth be told no one recognizes me anymore more

In a past life an old sea dog is what I used to be.

 

Post on YouTube…this amazing sight

If we get more hits than blurred lines

Thick will be my pockets this night;

Simon and Louie will be scouring London's bustling streets,

Shinning bright lights of Britain’s got talent

Will bow at my feet.

 

Before my throne are wondering stars

Burnt out and lonely drifting

Like drunks staggering from late night bars

Snuffed out of existence by the burning pace

Of streets caked in excrement from the human rate race.

 

Roll up roll up all you young and old,

The chancellor’s looted your pockets

But spare some change for this retched soul.

Roll up roll up you citizens from European communities

You’re not here for the weather but to graft,

so spare a euro for a comrade like me.

 

Keep Britain for the nations

Let’s keep Britain for the pound

keep Britain tidy

remember me now

 

Have mercy on this poor miserable sinner

On this frosty winters night.

who lives in a cardboard box

on the banks of the river theames