Poem Number 3462

Elevated train racing round the block
Fat man inside staring at the wall clock
Stinking of an old mattress and gin
His motionless face looks made of tin
The train halts to a stop and he's tossed
Against the rails and looks like he's lost
A lady passes by and takes his wallet
He doesn't see her but he sees his cutlet
Which she doesn't see but that's fine by her
As she slips his wallet into her coat of fur
She dreams of her man-date she can buy
It was planned in advance for the 1st of July
And off like a rocket she leaves for home
To primp and prepare with algae and comb
A pack of city stray dogs runs about her feet
She wishes to distract them with a cutlet of meat
If only she had seen there tucked under arm
Of the fat man the cutlet to free her of harm
The dogs nip at her supple, unprotected thighs
She kicks at the strays and yells her goodbyes
Meanwhile, the fat man rises to dust his pants
Brushing off the rat droppings and army of ants
To his surprise he notices his empty wallet pocket
He becomes so enraged his eye falls out of socket
But he nips at his supple cutlet and is calm
And thinks of warm fires and Santa and mom
With a spring in his step he wags his tail for home
Blinding everyone he passes with his shiny dome
As he enters his house there comes a "hi honey"
And from his fur coated wife he takes back his money