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’s what you want, I can get it for you, from Guatemala, it’s duty free.</p>
<p>I’m that London Street Crier, selling all things this and that, also and besides,</p>
<p>You’ll buy things off your shopping list, and the checkout box wouldn’t know,</p>
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