A grey wayward beard
And an unthought about hat
Footprints of a boot
A rubbery tat
He walks down the street
Greeting folk as he goes
What has his pot?
Nobody knows
When money speaks
It speaks so loud
Across the valley
It reaches the crowd
I have a desire
Money can buy
But what would i do
With such an ugly guy?
The Optimistic Rhymer 