Smiler.

Lovely old gent, on a sunny day in my street.
He wanted £5 for his shot.
I bargained him down to £3.
But I have to go round later to sing his dog a selection of songs
from light opera and give his eyebrows a little going over
with a hedge trimmer. The gent's not the dog's.

Blimey, these old codgers know how to drive a hard bargain, don't they?