By Ron

My leg didn't form properly, I landed in a dustbin, naked and in pain...

A homeless man was in the alley, he crawled over me crying;

"Buy Ron!! Buy Ron. C'mon, buy it...you want RON...Buy Ron, I need it mate..."

I was screaming, his face was dirt, he was cackling in my face..."GET OFF! GET OFF ME!!"

A man, appeared, he was well-dressed, I imagine he was fat, a rotund belly, silks ;

"What is happening here? What is it?"

"Oh God, it's a young man...what happened?"

"I fell."

He roared;

"HA! HA! You FELL! GRAND! FALLING!!"

"Get off, Fiend...bring him home..."

He said; "What is this man's name??" Girls were giggling;

"Georgie, Georgie Porgy, kissing hell..."

--He took me home, He sat me down---

"WELL GEORGE!! WELCOME IN! How we fell!"

"We need a name, George?? How is Bryon??"

I was miffed; 'Buy Ron, means bed...'

damned, damned, the whispers...

He put his fists on his hip, his belly pouted;

"DON'T, DAMN, ME, GEORGE!!!....

WE'RE CALLING YOU BRYON!!"

"He is a LORD! DAMN ME... LORD!!"