A Penny For Your Crumbs, Sir

On tender heel a waif did chase a simple meal of bread For his belly grumbled for any crumbs before he went to bed, or the morrow find him dead Bread could be bought a dollar a loaf, way more than he could pay He begged for just a pennies worth Yet the baker refused his say “Be off with you, run and play!” On tender cheeks the waif did spill a single silent tear No bread for he or his little sister In which he held quite dear Praying they’d see another year On wounded heels the waif did chase the baker to his berth He offered to give him his last coin For left crumbs, just a pennies worth Cowering under the baker’s girth Angrily the baker turned and shook the crumbs all around Telling the waif he better not be seen On morrow when he made his rounds “Ye’d be better six feet underground!” By: Debra Squyres on 01/12/13