Right, here it is. It's not finished but i just wondered what people thought of it so far. The first verse repeats at the end - but the middle hasn't been finished. Here goes...
There was a man, nigh sixty years.
Nigh sixty years had he.
And not quite almost sixty years,
He had spent out at sea.
With the moon in his eyes,
An oar in his hand,
He was born a sailor's child.
He dreamt of foreign places,
Then saw those foreigh isles.
what do you think? alright for a bard...?
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