On the bridge approaching the railway, <br />the man was begging. <br />I said draw me a dog <br />and I'll give you a quid. <br />So I gave him some paper <br />and he did. <br />And I said, there you go, mate, <br />you can make money out of art! <br />Will you sign it? <br />As I handed him the one pound thirty-odd <br />I had in my pocket, <br />he informed me that the signed ones were a fiver.<br /><br />John Hegley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-price-of-art-in-luton/
