This teacher I have got me and some other people to write a poem including the first stanza of a poem by W.H. Davies, which went like this:

When I was once in Baltimore,

A man came up to me and cried,

"Come,I have eighteen hundred sheep,

And we will sail on Tuesday's tide."

So I responded by writing a poem that went like this[editorial note- an ovine is a sheep like a bovine is a cow, or at least I hope I'm right]:

When I was once in Baltimore
A man came up to me and cried
"Come, I have eighteen hundred sheep
And we sail on Tuesday's tide.
It ought to be a good voyage
though we'll be at sea some time
all will go well and no saltpetre needed
for we've stocked the hold with ovines."
"But what of wool rash?" I mumbled, bright red
"Think nothing of it," he smiled,
"for when we get to shore again
we'll be in Greece , where there's many a child
whose dainty rash-curing hands
will drive thoughts of sheep from our minds."
So I set out from Baltimore
I sailed on Tuesday's tide
and never mind the children
I've got goose grease on my side.


There you go.