Down To The Town Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

I met a tailor as I went walking.
We got talking; he and I.
‘Where are you going to, man? ', I said.
‘Down to the town to get some thread.
Will you come with me? ' ‘No, not I'

I met a farmer as I went walking.
We got talking, he and I.
‘Where are you going to, this fine day? '
‘Down to the town to get some hay.
Will you come with me? ' ‘No, not I'

I met a cobbler as I went walking.
We got talking, he and I.
‘Where are you now going to, brother? '
‘Down to the town to buy some leather.
Will you come with me? ' ‘No, not I'

I met a plumber as I went walking.
We got talking, he and I.
‘Where are you going to so early? '
‘Down to the town to get some nails.
Will you come with me? ' ‘ No, not I'

I met a dancer as I went walking.
We got talking, she and I.
‘Where are you going to, like a ball? '
‘Up to the mount to rock and roll.'
‘I shall come with you.' Said I and went.
06.01.2016
(The style is an adoption from an English poem archaic)