Barnacles, Tentacles, Coracles, Oracles

If I c'd tell you

about the b a r n a c l e s,
I don't know if you'd believe it.
Bare-knuckles 'n' fisticuffs'd be the stuff o' the toughly disputed,
the roughly reputed.

To a pewter tutor, each a drunkard with a tankard - no long walk spoiled in the park o' the plank'd cure. Beach-breached, sure as shore, seein' sea 'n' the planktons' salty psalter. Faulty insulters'd argue to ague. Rag you 'n' nag you, scrag you 'n' drag you "Down in the Depths" to "Drown Yore Sorrows" crownin' tomorrows with "Fools' Gold" jammily jemmied from the best laid chest of Jones's boneses.