Yes it is a clock, a water clock
And so the young romantic
In full on beach bush hat
Is towed down the pier
By his pit bull terrier
Yes it is the horizon
Set up in a true line
With galvanised railings
And so we make our peace
With the visiting Hare Krishna
Yes it is a Thursday
And one more photograph
Of my advancing bald patch
Will tip me, tip me right
Over the railings edge
