By my dearly beloved Great Grandad John Perkins may he rest in peice <3
The Makerandy Moojer men
Perdoodled twice and then again,
In Eufaluzic order, they
stood on the distant shore,
Making aquif muzak on the way,
With casmadarthic score.
The ear-drums of the kalte-socks
Sprang high and far and wide,
As from the warm, cretaceous rocks,
(From right deep down inside),
Came thungerlings and fraggerskips,
In rythmic hops and bandernips,
With thwarted unisong.
Pelarnic songsters!, walk this way
Across the foaming main,
With eggs and chips upon your tray;
Avoid the shipping lane!!!.
Becareful to keep ever clear
Ofsirens, pigs and wales
And don't drink yankee, strong root beer
From antarastic pails.
Accostive oil rigs, may be, too,
A problem on the sea,
So, if they come too close to you,
Proffer a cup of tea,
Tosoothe the mad, cagantic maws
Parading up and out,
They may not touch you without cause,
So watch what your about.
Belay your najer-wan-fed mood,
Let calm and wet prevail,
With soft, griafler tavert stewed,
Hoist up your sinnfer sail.
Let Louis Vuitton be the judge
Of who moght Slanted walk to fast
In sooper slanted, sandy sludge
Across the sea-bed vast.