Poetry: The Saga of Donato

It's hard to have a name like Donato,
The old folks ought to have known better, oh!

Donato sounds much too much like Donation,
Some people think begging is my vocation.

The other day when I was in Cafe Good Cheer,
A lady dropped a coin in my can of beer.

Hey, lady, I said, this isn't funny,
She said, every little bit helps, sonny.

I went home and said, change my name, Ma.
We argued and changed it that very day.

Now I have a new name and it's even harder,
People seem to think I've money in the larder.

Now, when they see my Ma in the street, girls come tarry,
Oh, Mrs. Gates, your Bill really ought to marry!!!