Poetry er.
It was a rare day, the lee went to sea.
He built his own boat because he wouldn't pay P&O's fee.
He saw many creatures both small and large.
As he floated along on his home made barge.
But then disaster, his vessel sprang a leak.
He knew he should of used Walnut, instead of teak.
And lee looked at the sky as he sank into the sea.
He could of swam the rest of the way, but he had nothing to smear his body in, not goose fat nor ghee.