" I want to be buried at sea "said the man, who lived like a flea.
He hopped , all his life, from pillar to post. Now , he wants to be buried at sea.
A ’Jack of all Trades’ a master of none, a landlubber for sure, who’s only rule of thumb.
Was to lay out in,the hot afternoon sun, Now , he wants to be, Buried at sea.
He hated everything, that came from the briney, and lived on his own , in a small cottage , tiny.
But interment costs, ever getting higher, nothing is cheap, not even , a funeral Pyre.
So he wants to be, buried at sea, No plot , no pine coffin, no half drunken priest.
No Parting glass, no hearse, or wreaths.Only a few circulating ’sharks’ who’ll savour, cold meat.

Next Chapter: A Johnny no Cash type song