A King in his realm...
Image credits: Unsplash His palace was made of tarpaulin, And regal crown made of tin foil; His reign filled with quaint lanes, The plastic pipe he held – his sword cane; Dilapidated, dingy narrow lanes – Yet, Filled with abundant love, I bet! Bottle caps, buttons, cardboard, Were invaluable treasures he guarded; His arrival announced royally in style, By the chugging of a passer-by train Well, the rhythmic patter of raindrops, Were the only applause he sought; Happily residing in his own paradise, The ragpicker’s son was a king in his realm!