Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Mr. Bo Jangles

Mr. Bo Jangles, homeless guy,

In baggy pants and worn out shoes,

Would drink too much whiskey and rye.

Oft in the drunk tank paying dues.

To others there he would talk of

The fifteen years he and his dog

Just had one another to love.

And through the South in travelogue,

To minstrel show and county fair,

The two of them would dance and sing.

The good, the bad the two would share

Whatever each day life would bring.

Then one day the dog up and died.

Mr. Bo Jangles drank and cried.