The Hipster


I caught a Hipster, he was tame

I kept him as a pet

I fed him wine, and old baguettes

And Gauloises cigarettes

I played him Jazz, and read to him

The novels of the beats

I changed his water twice a day

And gave him stripy sheets

But he did tire of Hipsterdom

Of fug and velvet drapes

Til one day I came home to find my Hipster had escaped

I searched the town’s Bohemian haunts

And called his Hipster name

But Oh, by little Hipster he was never seen again