Crazy Cruisin' (Nonsense Rhyme) Poem by Edith Oram

Reclining on a Turkish Delight, wobbling way out to sea,
A whiskeried walrus climbed aboard to ask if I fancied tea.
'Breakfast, Earl Grey or herbal? ' asked a marmalade cat on a pie.
'Earl Grey if you please, ' I replied gratefully as my mouth was Sahara dry.
The Earl had by now run out of 'Ts' but had plenty of 'Ps' and 'Qs';
This put me in a quandary for I didn't know which one to choose.
Just then a cobble, with two 'Bs', determined to have a fine fling,
Rammed right into my Turkish Delight singing 'Gim me dat, gim me dat ding! '
The Turkish was drowned, the Delight got ate, the cobble rowed off with a laugh.
I had to swim for my life to the shore to be told that my breaststroke was 'naff'.
The moral of this tale is deep and profound; heed my advice, this is it;
Next time you set sail leave the Turkish Delight and go for the Banana Split.