'Voyages'

England’s getting quite stuffy
I think I need a change
Maybe immigration?
Life to rearrange

I’ve got a great job
It’s all lined up for me
I’m to be working
For the NZ Company

We’ve been sailing at sea
For under a week
What could ever go wrong?
Hey, was that a squeak?

Sorry, there’s rodents,
And they’re taking our food
They’re getting us sick
I think it’s quite rude

We’re out on the waves
And bodies are piling
But we have to be brave
And we’ve got to keep smiling

We’ll find New Zealand
Before I go potty
Sadly I’m injured
I tripped over a body

I’ve got to eat something
We’re all out of meat
Nothing tasty at all
Could I just have one sweet?

We’ve been at sea for months
And a board game’s my wish
Boredom epidemic
The only movie is fish

Nearly finished this poem
Cause there’s nothing to do
Other than go to church
One star’s my review

The food’s getting worse
We’ve only got stew
And I’ve lost my plate
I eat out of a shoe

The tiller’s got scurvy
So we’re quite out of action
I’ve had to step in
And steer this contraption

If we get a bit sick,
We’re going to die
The doctor’s got plague
And it’s not quite July

We started at Christmas,
And we’re nearly failing
Sadly, only the dead ones
Knew a bit about sailing

It’s the middle of winter
And everyone’s freezing
Now we’re burning the sails
Hope we don’t need steering

There’s nothing to munch on
We’re eating less than the rats
I’m eating the mast
Next to go will be hats

Running out of fresh water
There’s no hope for us yet
After trying to eat rope
Eating air’s the best bet

For now, only nine people left
Started with forty-three
And can you guess what’s the worst part?
We’re running out of tea