In weakness, I might have let slip
Our reason for building this ship
I auctioned my dentures
To finance adventures
And next, I’ll be selling my hip
You have to be joking, old man
If you seriously think that you can
Win over our hearts
When you sell body parts
To build your damned catamaran
You really are so full of bull
This vessel has only one hull
I’ll give you a slap
If you think you can wrap
This sailor in soft cotton wool
This isn’t about mollycoddle
It’s just this particular model
Does not have the strength
To cover the length
Of the ocean that’s known as ‘the Puddle’
You lot have no sense of romance
I’ll do it and take my best chance
Yes, it will be rough
But I’m man enough
I just need a small cash advance
So what is the next thing you’ll sell?
Your liver and kidneys as well?
Try using your brains
While at least that remains.
Or just do it, and bid us farewell!
You may think you’re being quite funny,
But let me tell you something sonny
I’ll not call it quits
Though I’ve sold all my bits
And there’s nowt left that’s worth any money.
Go on then, prepare to depart
I’ll give you a fiver to start
And I’ll be first to gloat
When you sink with this boat
It’s not finished, you silly old f***
I wrote this in response to Kreative Kue 147, issued on this site earlier this week. Feel free to join in; just follow the link.