Note: a piece of bread, right?...i have no idea why i wrote this...

Just A Piece of Bread

I was walking down the street

Wishing for meat

In the rain

That was beating my horse’s mane.

I was cold and miserable

Wishing for a situation all but terrible.

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Please, sir, all I beg of you, if you can spare

Is some food, nothing more.

Just a piece of bread please.

I promise no one will tease.

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I’ve been traveling for such a long time.

And I’ve surely committed no crime.

I despise being a beggar,

But sometimes being forced does my reputation mar.

I promise not to be a burden

Mostly because I’m not a warden.

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Just a piece of bread please.

Nothing more.

Just one of those great deeds, sir.

I am forever grateful for.

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I am a small child

With a horse of temper mild.

Get a job, you say?

I would do so any day

If only anyone would agree

And not look at mead.

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There isn’t much about my life to say

Except that it’s always been full of strife.

Nothing changes day to day.

And such is one’s life.

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If I did sell my horse,

So great would be my remorse

That I would cry

And eventually die.

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Please, sir, all I beg of you, if you can spare

Is some food, nothing more.

Just a piece of bread please.

I promise no one will tease.

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…why thank you, sir.

Here is, for you, a piece of zir.

Actually, I meant zircon.

It’s a token for your kindness.

I don’t have any diamond with me,

But next time, I will be sure to be.