Reeling, keeling, to and fro The boatswain struggled to stem the flow The hole from the rock they collided into Let in gallons of water in, water and roe Hammer, hammer smash in the wedge
Friday afternoon, todays a 4:30 finish Time to pack up, and go buy some spinach I like my greens I cannot lie Because my name is, yes you guessed it, Popeye Ok, Ok that’s not really my name
Well what shall I write about in this poem of mine I should go through the paper, but haven’t the time Perhaps I should look up and observe out the window