He screamed out his songs attracting nary a lady.
His songs unromantic he did not flirt,
Wearing long underwear and a small tank top shirt.
He asked for a fee for his minstreling skills,
I needed instead some headache pills.
Not a cent he received from me passing fro,
But did he stop singing, the answer is no.
The skill of music takes years to prepare,
But not for the man in long underwear.
Later