The street entertainer

Rex had certainly learnt his lesson.

Come and work as a living statue, they had said.

Make a bit of money in your spare time, they had said.

Make new friends and meet lots of girls, they had said.

Work right in the heart of the city, they had said.

It was hardly his dream job but at least he would have a bit of a laugh.

But now he’d had to admit he’d been young and naive.

As the wind brushed his cheeks he made a vow to himself.

‘Never again will I sign anything without reading the small print.’

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