Cap’in, Cap’in, goin’ down fast,

throw me a line so I can last.

Was there once, goin’ there again

(if a line don’t rhyme it ain’t no sin).

Came in first so I wouldn’t be last,

got out back so I wouldn’t be past.

Your remember ol’ Earl I say to a friend.

(But how could you forget him then again?)

(this line’s here just for space)

“Don’t fall in love, it’ll stick to your face.”

That’s what Earl’d always say.

(Who the heck is Earl anyway?)

Knew a man who made gold bricks.

(That’s fine, but can he do balloon tricks?)

Got a quarter pie to make seven pence.

(That last line just don’t make sense.)

You might think my grammar is bad,

shows ya the quality of schoolin’ I’ve had.

Electric toaster ate the cat,

looped single and a busted bat.

Airplane crashed into left field,

turned right and forgot to yield.

Poetry’s fun when it rhymes

(throw up if you’re havin’ a helluva time).

I ain’t too fat ‘cause I’m thin

(stop complainin’ or I’ll start over again).

Knew a man who got hit by a subway train,

serves him right for standin’ in the rain!

This poem’s just a little bit weird

(hold on and we’ll stop at the pier).

Cap’in, Cap’in, goin’ down fast,

throw me a line so I can last.

You may think this is a bunch of bloody rot;

read it again so you can get the hidden thought.

Your might read it twice again for fun;

if you’re looking for the meaning, well, there is none.

Hang on to your hats for the weekly show.

(Do you think it ain’t a poem if it don’t rhyme?)

I’d better be careful of what I say,

this ain’t much of anything, anyway.

While you read this I hope you had a ball;

getting’ tired of writin’, so this’ll be all.

Early 1974