God's truth! these be the bitter times. <br />In vain I sing my sheaf of rhymes, <br />And hold my battered hat for dimes. <br /> <br />And then a copper collars me, <br />Barking: "It's begging that you be; <br />Come on, dad; you're in custody." <br /> <br />And then the Beak looks down and says: <br />"Sheer doggerel I deem your lays: <br />I send you down for seven days." <br /> <br />So for the week I won't disturb <br />The peace by singing at the curb. <br />I don't mind that, but oh it's hell <br />To have my verse called doggerel.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pavement-poet/
