My Bottle Of Port. Poem by Amy rhian Oleary

One day it came to me clear,
A glass bottle was floating so near,
At the top it said 'don't have no fear'
It looked just like a bottle of beer,

Unknown to me this was my fate,
That inside contained something so great,
I got home and I pulled out the cork,
And fished out a letter with a fork,
On the back it said ' dear finder of my port'
'Please save me you are my saviour,
keep me and I will repay ya'

So I took my own bottle of port,
And drank it without any thought,
I glued my heart to a picture of me,
Then I threw it far out to sea,

Did the keeping of his bottle save him?
Or did I need to find him to save his lonely skin?
So I have kept his, who will keep mine?
Now I only wait, am I wasting my time?