When I was young,
Things seemed quite hum-drum,
And it just seemed to pique my curiosity,
To see if I could make some extra money,
At first I tried the old recycling game,
But the plastic bottle introduction drove me insane,
Glass jars and Bottles made a penny for my till,
But plastic only went to land fill,
That idea was quite passé,
So I thought I’d have a go on e-bay,
Selling things that didn’t seem useful to me,
Like my brother’s retro jet-ski,
I made a packet on that at first,
The punters lined up with rabid thirst,
It seemed to be such a bargain,
I never understood all that seller’s jargon,
About ownership and despatching on time,
Perhaps stealing stuff was a nasty crime,
It was only my brother for heaven’s sake,
But they all accused me of being on the make,
So there my hustling came to an end,
And knitting became my timely godsend,
That is really hustle free,
As a jumper takes an eternity.
