The Freeloader - By Phoenix

The sun was bright and harder days

he was but, the patron of unreasonable ways,

he tried and he tried till hearts content

with patrons, friends and unforgiving ways.

He sat on delight, and gladly made,

making off with grub and fool hardy ways

it was thought the man had bad days, indeed

this story my friends, is about the

freeloader and his ways.

A hungry blood hound they said he was,

with nostrals of flair, and endless days

they branded him freeloader, they said that he was

in the end, he always had the best,

and those were his ways.

Born of a gun, and canon delight

there never was and will be a man of such right

the Gods of mercy for ever bless

the men who dined, and lost their bread.

With folded hands they pleaded with,

give up your ways, and moral live.

He laughed with burst of thunder bliss,

he proclaimed, "Freeloader i am for once,

and freeloader will ever live".

- Casanova