Bing’s Heartache
Looking for redemption, but finding none.
In the Village of Tella lived a man named Bing.
He was a happy simple man who lived near the berm.
One day, on his way from the fields, he picked up a string.
Little did he know his troubles had just begun.
That same day, Big John, the town’s wealthiest man,
Lost his wallet. No doubt, it was thick and solid.
The crowd was silent after the loss was announced
Until Gnort blurted out, “I know who has it.”
Gnort claimed Bing, the one near the berm, picked it up.
Hearing the accusation, Bing denied a charge so absurd.
He said, “From the ground, I only picked up this string.”
Later, his house was searched, inspected, and scrambled.
The wallet didn’t turn up at his house, nor in the attic or yard.
One day, big news made the rounds, quickly reaching the berm.
There was joy in town that Big John’s wallet had been found.
Bing was told he was to come down to the center of town.
Big John walked around with his wallet held in the air.
Bing walked up to him, with his wife by his side, and said,
“Did you call for me?” expecting an apology.
“You planted the wallet by the tree!” Big John bellowed.
Bing went home disheartened, a mixture of sad and irate,
Upset no one believed he had only picked up a string,
Save, of course, his wife by his side, who could not brighten
Bing’s spirit before he died of a tragic heartache.
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