Homeless? (working title).

A googled-y shrew and a googled-y guy

Drink special brew on the corner of Wye

The rags in the bag and the hag with a sag pets a dog with a wag and a jiggled-y jag





They’re happy sat there on the corner of Wye

Drinking special brew lager, the sun in the sky

Warming their faces as cars whizz on by





Until a suit passes by with disdain in his eye

And looks to the sky with a sigh of: “oh, why

don’t the dog and the guy and the hag just die?”





But the rag’s in the bag and the hag with a sag pets the dog with a wag and a jiggled-y jag

And they’re happy sat there while the cars whizz on by

Drinking special brew lager on the corner of Wye



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With this, I wanted to place two characters into a scenario and look at how others might judge them. How did this make you feel?