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