Ip Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I knew the captain of that ship,
his face was hardened and his lip
the lower one had quite a dip
he liked to smoke and take a nip
chopped his cigars with one quick snip
and with his thumb and fingertip
he'd grab the end and let it flip
which landed on a girl who'd skip
most of the day, she wore a bib
a miniskirt and silken slip
and may I give you just one tip
be careful going on a trip
I think this poem is quite hip.