Never paid for the pitch
but
sold **** to the tourists
East
down in Shoreditch
and
later in Petticoat Lane
I sold **** again
made a bundle
then
trundled off home.

Life's getting hard for the
twopenny bard and
it's looking like rain
so
I'll sell **** again
on the fly.

By the by or by the way
whichever suits,
on Saturday
I'll be down at the bay
selling mussels to the
weaklings.