One day there was a race of tall ships,
Many people gathered and ate fish and chips.
Fireworks were in the sky,
One was in the shape of a pie.
The race started with a boom,
Sailors rushed onto deck.
Twenty minutes and two ships had sunk,
Everyone cheered even a tramp.
Halfway,
And it was as cold as an artic bay.
It was won
By the racing sun.
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