He maintained a distance
Even from neighbours
To avoid giving a chance
To lurking creditors
All were bothered
And they wondered
Why a man his size
Had to grope with cowardice
He would prove them wrong
Only needed the chance
So the feeling grew strong
At every availed instance
Then he saw them coming
Creditors formed into a mob
Walking and running
So he turned the knob
They broke in
And he was there waiting
Hanging from his red tie
And again they wondered why.
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