10-03-2023, 09:07 PM
Old Kilter was pleased he could comfort the Queen,
Could assume such a chivalrous mien.
But he needed no grit,
Cause he knew how to knit;
Had more socks than had ever been seen.
Old Kilter, he got him an itch:
Get a ship, feel the roll, and the pitch.
And you ask just where to?
Well, a new world would do;
And of course, there'd be nary a hitch.
The Queen came to bid him adoux;
All the people sent well-wishes too.
But Old Kilter soon found,
He was missing firm ground;
Now his 'Old' was an 'Off' to the Loo.
The captain, amused, but quite kind;
Offered Kilter an herb thought benign.
Yes, it cured his despair,
But there was a slight snare;
Now he's talking to God and confined.
Could assume such a chivalrous mien.
But he needed no grit,
Cause he knew how to knit;
Had more socks than had ever been seen.
Old Kilter, he got him an itch:
Get a ship, feel the roll, and the pitch.
And you ask just where to?
Well, a new world would do;
And of course, there'd be nary a hitch.
The Queen came to bid him adoux;
All the people sent well-wishes too.
But Old Kilter soon found,
He was missing firm ground;
Now his 'Old' was an 'Off' to the Loo.
The captain, amused, but quite kind;
Offered Kilter an herb thought benign.
Yes, it cured his despair,
But there was a slight snare;
Now he's talking to God and confined.
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions