Mr. One Ted.
A windy day in February,
Found down by the sea,
Rescued Mr. One Ted,
In turn he rescued me.
He dried next to the fire,
Talked of voyages sailed,
Times he tried to swim ashore,
All the times he failed.
His sleep was deeper,
Than the sea,
He dreamt of Home,
A place to be.
Eggs for breakfast,
Coffee, toast,
Being wanted,
Is just the most.
Beach Buoy.
