The Busker Poem by Francis Duggan

Some people call him lazy and others call him uncouth
And other names like daydreamer or aimless layabout
When the mood strikes him on his canvas folding chair which he uses for a seat
He sits and plays guitar and sings his songs at the corner of the street.

On the money he earns from busking he manages to get by
Some in passing dropp money in his tin for to sing he is not shy
He sings the songs he himself penned his lyrics are supreme
As a singer and a songwriter some hold him in high esteem.

In his early thirties with long brown hair a hippy looking bloke
A character in his own right he can laugh at a joke
He never will work for a boss he lives in his own way
And it never bothers him a bit what some of him do say.

Not of the ordinary flock one who does his own thing
In his melodious singing voice his own songs he does sing
For the great talent he possess so litle is his gain
But he enjoys his regular busk he was born to entertain.