A short little sonnet in tribute to Newsies. Which sadly I don't own. If I did, I'd be relaxing in my summer home in the Bahamas with thousands of dollars. Not writing fanfiction.
Crieur de Journaux
Many a day they stand on a cobble street
Young boys in torn shoes and ratty old hats
Selling papers in the summer heat
Always looked upon as lowly street rats.
Perusing headlines with raised voices and dirty feet
Stealing through crowds like stray alley cats
And improving the truth with a little deceit.
Awake by sunrise and out of their flats.
So as each day begins I run to join the fray
Trying to live off a penny a pape
Wander the city, never in one place stay.
With a bruised elbow and knee with a scrape,
Stealing food to eat; use gutters to play.
Dodging police for a final escape.
Alright that's all. Short and to the point. If there is a point...
R&R!! It would make me happy and maybe motivate me to finish all my other stories...