poem: a sad young man

a sad young man
in a shack on a beach
was a noddin’ all wise an’ smokin’

while the world outside
was lit with tube bulbs
an’ everybody was laughin’ an’ jokin’

the sad young man
looked up at the stars
and sighed like a sail all torn

when a cur walked up
out from the dark
into the shack all worn

the sad young man
with nothin’ better to do
struck up with her a talk

the mangy bitch
replied best as she could
with whimper, wag and bark

the sad young man
and the mangy dog
told each other tales

of pink chopperknockles
of clouds, of skies
and why the sea’s full of whales

the sad young man
now heavy with sleep
and realising he was talking to a dog

soon turned on his side
closed his eyes
and was soon sleeping like a log

the mangy cur
looked at him
and with a final bark

slunk away
for the day
out into the dark