A jolly good scrubbing was in order…
After I polluted the lower deck water.

The whole damn crew would grin and lear.
Cos the poop deck wore a nasty big smear.

It wasn’t a good example set the skipper.
Though, nor is pooping in the first mate’s slipper.

And when I pranked the cabin boy I did laugh.
Cos I’d packed a deuce in the drain of his bath.

When I docked the ship’s bow in the porta-potty…
The treasure that hoisted out was far too grotty.

Disembarking this nugget so meaty and hearty…
I cheered “DROP THE BROWN ANCHOR ME FARTIES!”