On my way To another watering hole Last sunday I met a man In disarray Now homeless And nowhere to stay And in a gliche His name was Mitch He was ten years younger But not in hunger But homeless Nonetheless I was tempted To give my address He thanked me for the chat And that Was the end of that I know that today He was going to the council Looking for somewhere to stay He said he had nothing to lose With a sleeping bag And a bottle of *****