A Christmas Tree, Galleon

A galleon lit-up like a Christmas tree
Anchor rose, sailing out of port to sea
It looks for the world like a many-tiered
Wedding cake, but no bride is perceived
Guess her handsome groom has her below deck
Coiled around him like some clinging whelk
Yes the whole scenes out of a fairy tale
At this moment she's ready to unveil
Let this maiden voyage truly begin
A toast to their future shipmates with gin
And sail this 110 guns galleon to-the-moon
Salute these newlyweds on their honeymoon.

A Christmas Tree, Galleon
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