Brine, bight, Bligh--sea's bounty beckons me,
So I'm Bounty-bound to berth on the bounding sea,
Bereft of boundaries.
I'm Bounty-bound. . .birthing grounds--
Big blue bights--bulging baleen'd bays, but bittern'd.

Hear Cap.'s ballistic, barmy, bland.
Bound by the big berth's side, Bounty don't bounce, boat's bowline-tied.
On deck stands a man, carries the cat in his hand.
Your sleazy Bund sees your buns. . .
Bunch o' bait-beasts-baleen'd bilge birds.

Don't bend for the soap midst men
At sea; a beam's in your bay;
The pin ain't brandished to belay;
Your sphincter distends--
Bummer: bilge pumped by brethren.
Get bung bound, and then these guys
Won't call you "wife,"
But they'll binge blowing your fife.

Oowwww!!!!

Sea punishment's peremptory:
Cat on back scratches angrily,
And you keen, "Please don't keelhaul me!"
Worse than raps for convent crime.

Bounty's one of beaucoup ships
You could be bonded for on trips
O'er burgeoning brine,
Banishing scurvy with lime.

You're island-bound: run aground now--
Tide is high--on a hasty wave and splinter.

Look around, the sea bounds
'round this batch of basalt-blown ground.
To this ground you'll be bound;
Won't bound back to old Brighton town.
Cook, look 'round; food abounds. . .
Taro patch there grows on the ground.

"Poi!"

Chowed some down. . .a bout sound. . .
Brownish batch; there's flow; you're unbound.
Bounty's now blue-sky-bound;
With a match the boat was burned down.
Look around, in the sound--
There, no bad buoys bounce up and down.

"Buoy?!"

Look around: babes abound. . .
Bonds and banns, then babes bounce and bound.
You're around--didn't drown
And you're standing, shmoe, on the ground!
Shnook, don't frown; boat's burned down,
But by Cap. we won't e'er be found.

"Boy!"