The Ballad of the Melbourne Street Crier

<p>What ho! I say to you walking passers byers, what will it be for you today?</p> <p>Dips your iphones, and raise your eyses, and look see at my dispositions,</p> <p>What will it be, locum lattes, curfew and piping hot, then down your pipes?</p> <p>You can take it over the Flinders Street corner, and sup and sip and look,</p> <p>An electric shaver you might ask, for that hairy gullet or that sad ankle.</p> <p>What have I in my bag of tricks to entertain you, knob you, lest you swipe?</p> <p>A screen, a screen, a parliamentary promise for a pinhead computer screen,</p> <p>If that&rsquo;s what you want, I can get it for you, from Guatemala, it&rsquo;s duty free.</p> <p>I&rsquo;m that London Street Crier, selling all things this and that, also and besides,</p> <p>You&rsquo;ll buy things off your shopping list, and the checkout box wouldn&rsquo;t know,</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@francisbede/the-ballad-of-the-melbourne-street-crier-402e40dd0cff"><strong>Read More</strong></a></p>
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