Whilst walking to work through Brunswick Square A man on a bench went to stand He wore a brown suit and he had auburn hair And a notebook was poised in his hand His eyes were sincere and they pleaded to me More than his words when revealed A stammering sentence congealed at his lips And the smirk at my mouth I concealed I fashioned a smile which served to bring calm And he heartily took in some air He pa**ed me the book at the end of his arm And I read under his watchful stare The sentence was simple, it said nothing new And I handed it back with conviction I decided to give him the time he was due And help cure his crippling affliction He looked at me kindly with thanks in his face And I noticed his eyes were ice blue He spoke his first words with a steadying pace Which for him was a brave thing to do! I turn out to be candidate number3 He had been there from first light of Sun He had to stop one hundred people like me and get us to sign when he'd done! Although I admit I first thought it a joke And this method of cure quite absurd. My mind would be swayed with each word that he spoke By the last line less stutter was heard I told him well done and I said he was brave He thanked me and wished me good day His eyes thanked me too with the look that they gave And with that we both went on our way