A street hawker named Jack
had things in a big pack
that hung on his back
while he went on his track
calling people to buy in a quack.
Quack he cried hoarsely
as his voice was roughly
like a cracked one horribly
breaking into high and low incidentally
sending an unpleasant tone awkwardly.
All that much for his voice
he had a knack of selling toys
by drawing the kids to a choice
of puppets and straw dolls in poise.
which they bought amidst great noise.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “A Street Hawker”
Street hawkers are an interesting group to observe as they go about their trade.