Fleet

John couldn’t steer a boat straight
He’d surround his own fleet
He could read a compass
But John had two left feet
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Poor John

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Aunty Mary liked some sherry
Then she would talk a lot
She would talk of when young
She would talk of when fleet got in
She would talk of Jolly Jack Tars
Taking her out to bars
Until interrupted by offspring
Horatio, Sinbad and Nemo
And a sudden explosion of coughing

Down by the fleet
Across fields eyes meet
I could stay all day
With my sweet Charolais.
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