Villanelle

The hobo on the street
who really smells like fish,
the one dogs don't want to meet.

Life has probably beat
him; he no longer has a wish,
the hobo on the street.

He is sorely lacking heat,
his Hoover Flags swish--
the one dogs don't want to meet.

In appearance he's not neat,
he does not eat his beans in a dish,
the hobo on the street.

He does not wash his feet
and constantly mumbles jibber-ish,
the one dogs don't want to meet.

Using sidewalk for a seat,
his Hoover Blankets crinkle and swish.
The hobo on the street;
the one dogs don't want to meet.