Mr. Jones awoke, aroused his dog,
and sauntered on down to the sea.
A merman with a forking triton
emerged and bellered out, “It’s he!”
“Restrain your wrath, dear Sir,” cried Jones,
“and I’ll put you in a poem tonight!”
The mutt ran off as the merman declared,
“I recognize you on sight.
“You eluded my clutch the first time.
Now I’ve found you, forty years hence.
So you came across this abandoned hut
and made it your residence!”
He raised his fork aloft and summoned
his mermignons into a ring.
And they feasted on Jones’ every part,
right down to his sordid Thing.
The mutt returned in search of his master,
but all it found were his bones.
Something had happened, and he never
knew what – now did he, Mr. Jones?