From Tinker to Thief

I've tinkered with free I.S.P.'s
to see just what they offer.
Some are tailored, (not for me)
for those with a big coffer.

I must soldier on to find a home
for this poem 'fore I fill a coffin.
I've got a modem, firewalls, F.T.P.;
now I need wind in my sail or a boffin.

I'm not a rich man, but can afford
the price of a stamp for a letter.
When all my telephone bills are paid,
I'll be a poor man or a bad debtor.

Like a beggar man soon I'll plead
for assistance to avoid further grief,
as I try to cast my net wider
yet still protect my work from a thief.
    
            
    
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Feb 2001




    

Notes by the author
    
            

The old saying "Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor, Rich man, Poor man, Beggar man, Thief" came to mind one day. I wondered if it was possible to make a rhyme fit the sequence and this was the result.
I can't remember where the sequence comes from though!