A magnificent liner, lumped full of sugar,
Hit a sticky patch and run a ground.
From my uncle Dan’s window,
On the 10th floor,
On tip toes, we could see it.
Basking on its flipside,
Like a sweet pancake ;
A big dead shark.
The price of Tate and Lyle
Went up,
And plans to raise the boat dissolved,
Like Demerara in hot coffee.
Still, the price increase was sweetened,
By the promise of a free mug,
(after 3 saved boxes).