A Busker's Delight Poem by timothy young

I was going down town to play
In the month of May
To Busk I was a going
And with my guitar I was playing

I went down in to westbury town
To make a quick buck
I though and I though for sure
I would have to duck

But alas, alas I did indeed make
the dollar I did need
I went and sang my old tunes
As I played at great speed

Now as I did go and play the old songs
a man came up to me
say Tim my boy play me a song
and I will give you a dollar or three

depending on how well you play the tune
I will make my choice clear
Now I know you will not spend
a dime on drugs or beer

so I played him an old time tune
one that I did write
I play it all really, really fast
Hoping he would like

Now he say to me Timmy my boy
I do like your sound
I like that old Westbury blues
It sound good all around

I will give you all you wanted from me
I will give a little more
I will give you five dollars
And deliver it to the door

So I did think of what was a coming
And home I did roam
And then I went and heard a knock and
The man did enter my home

He gave me five dollars for my time
He gave it for my troubles
I took the money very graciously
For he didn’t burst my bubble

I took the money went inside the house
And thought what I had done
I went inside and then realized
What had happened under the sun

I had stop to early but not to late
After making me a dollar
I decided to go back out and play again
After just on sw’ller

Of tea because I do not drink
Any thing the call alcohol
Because I do nay want to get drunk
Right here in the hall

I went right back to the park
To play my gut box
I went and sang ten more songs
And I did forget my socks

But alas I did indeed make
2 more dollars cash
and yes I did make 7 in all
and I made in a flash