An Encounter.
While strolling down the street one day,
I saw what appeared to be a lump of clay.
I stopped to peruse this odd shaped lump and before my eyes I observed a bump.
Sure enough this form took shape when on its back I saw a cape!
Around it laid miscellaneous junk, cables and plugs and a small black trunk.
Out from this pile two feet stuck forth, with soles as worn as a cliché joke.
A tartan rag kept warm its legs, a sordid sight in these the dregs.
As I managed to confront this thing, low and behold it began to sing!
Oh my god this was a man, believe it or not if you can!
To my shock, and my surprise, it stared at me with big blue eyes.
The song it sung was sweeter still; down my spine it sent a chill.
A wonder on this street I say; this melody that made my day.
I did the only decent thing and threw a coin into its bin.
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