There was an old famous beggar
Who had a beautiful portrait of a cougar
Which looked much like a tiger
Even some argued it was a jaguar
But cougar, insists the beggar.
One day came a rich man
Who had much of a good hand
He called out to the paint-man
'How much for the portrait'
Beggar said it wasn't on the market.
Rich man drew a bit closer
Admiring the works of splendor
His passion grew stronger
So he offered bigger
And beggar went home richer.
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