Singing For His Supper Poem by Angela Wybrow

With a voice sweet like honey,
He sings for some money;
Dressed in blue jeans and a T-shirt of grey,
He adds extra warmth to this sunshiny day.

With his olive toned skin and designer stubble,
He is caught up within a heavenly bubble;
As he sings his songs by the Bankside Pier,
The tone of his voice delights my two ears.

Along the South Bank, folk leisurely roam,
As the river beneath them fizzes and foams;
But, to him, a number of folk stop and listen,
As, behind him, the Thames cheerfully glistens.

He sings a selection of songs old and new,
With the cathedral of St Paul's as his background view.
A barge passes by, carrying coal by the tons,
As the River Thames sparkles in the afternoon sun.

As he sings his songs and plays his guitar,
I wonder if he'll ever become a big star.
A while longer, I would so love to stay,
But I'm meeting a friend, so I soon slip away.