Once more to sail on waters pale
New worlds as yet unseen,
His soap dish boat he sets afloat
With wash rag sail of green.
The bubbles crash and gentle splash
As he leaves bath plug bay,
With plastic comb he beats the foam
And slowly pulls away.
His telescope carved out of soap
Is held up to his eye,
Sighting the beach beyond his reach
where unknown treasures lie.
He dips his oar and rows once more
as shadows swirl around,
But it's too late to navigate
the sharks that now abound.
His sword in hand he makes a stand
waving his arms about,
The soap sud sharks now just for larks
Try hard to knock him out.
His sail unfurls as west wind swirls
And speeds him on to shore,
The danger past on land at last
So now he can explore.
Grabbing his coat he leaves his boat
and checks his treasure map,
then off he set with ankles wet
And soap spray on his hat.
Beneath a rock shaped like a sock
The treasure waits for you,
so bring a ***** to where it's laid
that's all you have to do.
The spot was found he dug the ground
And opened up the chest,
Oh cheese and bread he loudly said
This treasure is the best.
Loading his sack upon his back
He set off for the shore,
filling his hold with wealth untold
He headed home once more.