Times are hard. We have a beggar installed outside each of our supermarkets these days. Each one of them appears to have his patch and of course, he'll have a dog. Except for the old Romanian woman at the Co-op who looks like she just ate hers. I've seen little old ladies come out of a shop with a piece of meat saved for the hound (and a scowl for its master). It's hard being a beggar - especially with the new hard-to-climb-into dustbins we now have serving our community. So, to be a beggar, the first thing you will need is a friendly looking dog; and the second thing is a good stomach.
And remember, most of us are just a paycheck away...
Money doesn’t take you far,
A shop, a store, a mart, a bar,
So looking for the cheapest link
I chose a shop to buy a drink
My pocket full I entered in.
To buy a jug of Spanish gin
I picked a brand I didn’t know
It cost the lot, I turned to go
My bottle in a plastic sack
I toddled out, my mind turned black.
I left that market in a fog
And saw a beggar with his dog
The man was holding out a cup
I tipped my jug and filled it up
Can I share it, asked the mooch.
Of course you can’t – it’s for the pooch.