A Codpiece

Listen up you bog-faced wrinkled old scrotes,
this ‘ere’s a ditty I recently wrote,
‘bout a fish in the sea – a proliferous bod,
goes by the ‘andle Atlantic Cod,
or Gadus Morhua to be more precise,
the one served with chips that tastes awful nice.

Once, and I mean ‘a long time ago’
‘undreds and ’undreds of years or so,
they numbered so many they filled up the sea,
from the top to the bottom and some ‘ad it be,
you could walk to Newfoundland from the Isle of Skye,
across the wide ocean and your feet would stay dry.

Though not any more I think you’ll agree,
we’ve eaten too many of them for us tea.