Vagabond Brothers In Plaid Patchwork Socks

Vagabond brothers in plaid patchwork socks Crossing the street between stripes painted yellow Stretching the avenue half past the hour Dodging the drunk, he’s a staggering fellow Grabbing a smoke from the stack on the corner Begging a match that just isn’t the same Identical twins from a different mother Thinking the postman holds most of the blame Belting a chorus while changing their trousers Pressed at the seam near the fine zigzag stitch Hiding the spot that is worn in the middle Caused by aggressively scratching an itch Checking the fridge just to find it quite empty Not even leftovers left over there Hearing their stomachs now growling profusely Hoping that none on the sidewalk would stare Reaching for handles of brass alabaster Gathering things at a grocery store Paying in cash with a currency foreign Offering nickels, they don’t have much more Pork chops on Sunday and sweet apple cider Pushing their cart over ten city blocks Still they are known for their colorful fashions Vagabond brothers in plaid patchwork socks Written for the Zany contest Sponsored by Frank Herrera