Inktober 2022 Day 22: Shipwrecked

Cruise down past Gibraltar

And sail around the Med

You’ll have a bloomin’ marvellous time

The travel agent said

 

You’ll get a first class cabin

With every modern ‘con’

You’ll really want for nothing

And be quite waited on

 

At first it was fantastic

The food was upper class

And every time I had a drink

They went and filled my glass

 

Biscay was a ‘pussy cat’

No storms or tempests there

Like sailing on a millpond

I didn’t have a care

 

As we went through the Straits of Gib

I thought I’d have a bath

A shower’s rather well and good

But not my favourite path

 

So I filled the water to the top

It almost made me glug

But in my over zealousness

I pulled out the wrong plug!

 

Now the cruise is finished

But I’m still in the Med

The boat has gone and sunken down

I wished I’d stayed in bed

 

Done