A Careful Style of Begging
Some days we go there to beg:
Ten kilometers for each leg.
We aren’t greedy as we beg:
Never asked Givers for egg!
This week we’ll be there to beg,
Our backs to their palm wine keg:
A chance to drink spare not dreg;
It makes one laugh at us: Greg!
Our smartest beggar: Mark Clegg:
For now to it does hopes peg;
Whatever he gets he holds:
The costly with left palm folds…
He knows, though, he’s getting old
And says “I need not be told.”
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