Chump

The Chump’s Folly

In market square where stalls do gleam,
A chump did stand with hopeful grin,
He bought a watch that seemed a dream,
But ticked too slow, and broke within.

He queued for buses, proud and keen,
Yet missed the last, his fare all spent,
He thought the conductor would intervene,
But found his purse was simply bent.

Now wiser, though still rather daft,
He laughs at tricks the sharpsters play,
For every chump can learn, albeit,
That foolishness yields wisdom’s pay.