There was a man who took a trip atlantic , on the queen Mary
His muscle were well developed his arms fairly
Hairy
He played fools bluff, and doubling every bet,
As they put all the chips into a hat
His pretty wife with ample bosom, and charm to match
Kept chain and locket, as
Against an uncertain latch
She was not easy picins so sad
Harry
The honeymoon turning suddenly not so merry,
As the fiance lost all but his shirt,
Displaying to all around a well built girth,
The game slightly off kilter,
the groom t effects a strategic farce, so bitter,
Double or nothing replied the other:, your bride thee wed, against all you’d pilfer
When that sorry lot took a bad turn,
The bride lost, in wager
sad , in hell burn,
All asunder,I the groom,
To his grave , the ocean jumps
To return.