Making it up as I go along

Never paid for the pitch
but
sold shit to the tourists
East
down in Shoreditch
and
later in Petticoat Lane
I sold shit again
made a bundle
then
trundled off home.

Life’s getting hard for the
twopenny bard and
it’s looking like rain
so
I’ll sell shit again
on the fly.

By the by or by the way
whichever suits,
on Saturday
I’ll be down at the bay
selling mussels to the
weaklings.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.