Among the rigging he played his rigs,
And capsized quite the captain’s gigs;
The fishes swore they were quite dead bait,
And rolled about in a floundering state.
At last his frolics came to an end,
He couldn’t raise wind—he was bellows to mend,
So, as a wind-up, he, with all his might,
Blew himself to Wind—sor to spend the night.
Anonymous.