The vagrant wandered aimlessly
About an art site,
Still,
Curious, peeked
Ye 'mong the pages,
Posting for the thrill.

"These pages, hark, are laden with
Enchanting faces, yet,
I scarce can think what I might make
Of mine own ornament."

So logged ye on came 'long with gold
A Gilt Clochard,
You see
For what
A vagrant yet Or laced
Is still a wand'ring being.

-The Vagrant