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Description
Staring through his focal glasses,
An old man sat and fished for basses,
On a ship that’s not the fastest
(Upon an ocean with no basses!)

Said a gent just making passes,
“I like women with big asses!”
But the girl ignored his passes,
So he turned back to the masses…

Ignoring the gent who made the passes,
Edith wiped her dirty glasses.
Shit did not fit with these masses,
Whom were all just upper-classes.

On this ship slow as molasses,
She’d worked hard to earn her passes.
She had only fifty brasses,
And wore clothes stained green by grasses.

She appalled the richer masses,
Save the gent who made the passes.
They made fun, made themselves asses,
As they smoked their pricey grasses.

Filled by cigar smokes and gasses,
A room on this ship that’s not the fastest-
She ignored the upper-classes,
Dressed in white and lacy drasses (purposely misspelled to fit the rhyme scheme…)

Drinking virgin by the glasses,
Edith polished button brasses.
They all knew this girl was cashless,
Sipping from their crystal glasses.

Bothered by the smoke and gasses,
Edith left the room with fastness.
She passed the old man fishing basses,
And tried to find out where the mast is.

First time she afforded passes,
On a ship of ANY fastness!
She felt her purse’s fifty brasses,
Staring at the Ocean’s vastness.

Enter man once making passes,
Smoking pipe of pricey grasses.
“How’d a poor girl get her passes,
To this ship that’s not the fastest?”

“I work hard at cutting grasses,”
Edith said, adjusting glasses.
“And I garden for top brasses,
Planting plants to make molasses.”

“Surely you don’t make much brasses,
Cutting someone else’s grasses,
And planting plants to make molasses!”
Said the man once making passes.

“Each week I make fifty brasses,
And hide it in my mother’s mattress.”
Edith said and pushed her glasses,
On this ship, slow as molasses.

“But it costs three hundred brasses,
To buy just one of the passes,
Aboard this ship that’s not the fastest!
You can’t make that cutting grasses!”

“That is how I got my passes,”
Edith said, adjusting glasses.
“I’m not lazy like these masses,
All of which are upper classes.”

“Also good at saving brasses,”
Said the gent once making passes,
“Also unlike these upper-classes!”
Save for him, who saved much brasses.

“When we pass the Ocean’s vastness,
America will welcome me with gladness!
I will take my fifty brasses,
And become a famous actress!”

“Won’t get far with fifty brasses,”
Said the gent once making passes,
“But I can help you be an actress,
And help you earn a mound of brasses!”

“YOU help ME become an actress?!
Oh, just stop making your passes!
First you jest on women’s asses,
Now you’ll help me be an actress?!”

“I am not just making passes,
Though I know now what an ‘ass’ is!
It is me, for making passes,
On a new potential actress!”

This man was known around the atlas,
For bringing films to all the masses.
Films of tits and womens’ asses,
Films of gunfights, bombs and crashes.

He explained it without fastness,
An industry of boundless brasses.
She could be a famous actress,
And explore the planet’s vastness!

“Care for drinks from crystal glasses?”
Said the gent once making passes,
“We can drink them by the masses,
And smoke some very pricey grasses!”

The gent was looking for an actress,
On this trip around the atlas,
And aboard this ship that’s not the fastest,
He took to save a couple brasses.

He had found her where the mast is,
Hiding from the upper-classes,
On this ship that’s not the fastest…
She was here from cutting grasses!

They went back in from the vastness,
To the room of smokes and gasses.
He took out a bag of brasses,
In which to buy some drinks and glasses.

“Could you please bring us some glasses?”
Shouted out some upper-classes.
Edith chuckled at the masses
Of the snobbish upper-classes.

She would be a famous actress,
At the end of Ocean’s vastness,
In lands opposite on atlas,
From the place she cut the grasses.

Thanks to man once making passes,
She would be a famous actress.
She would join the upper-classes,
Not in mind, but only status.

She would save up tons of brasses,
In a bank and not a mattress!
In a land of movie madness,
Action scenes and rehearsed crashes…

She could drink from crystal glasses,
Buy clothes not stained green by grasses!
She’d be loved by crowds and masses,
And snub the snobbish upper-classes!

“Can you please bring us some glasses?”
She said to tease the upper-classes.
And spoke with man once making passes,
About her new life as an actress…

Description
Staring through his focal glasses,
An old man sat and fished for basses,
On a ship that’s not the fastest
(Upon an ocean with no basses!)

Said a gent just making passes,
“I like women with big asses!”
But the girl ignored his passes,
So he turned back to the masses…

Ignoring the gent who made the passes,
Edith wiped her dirty glasses.
Shit did not fit with these masses,
Whom were all just upper-classes.

On this ship slow as molasses,
She’d worked hard to earn her passes.
She had only fifty brasses,
And wore clothes stained green by grasses.

She appalled the richer masses,
Save the gent who made the passes.
They made fun, made themselves asses,
As they smoked their pricey grasses.

Filled by cigar smokes and gasses,
A room on this ship that’s not the fastest-
She ignored the upper-classes,
Dressed in white and lacy drasses (purposely misspelled to fit the rhyme scheme…)

Drinking virgin by the glasses,
Edith polished button brasses.
They all knew this girl was cashless,
Sipping from their crystal glasses.

Bothered by the smoke and gasses,
Edith left the room with fastness.
She passed the old man fishing basses,
And tried to find out where the mast is.

First time she afforded passes,
On a ship of ANY fastness!
She felt her purse’s fifty brasses,
Staring at the Ocean’s vastness.

Enter man once making passes,
Smoking pipe of pricey grasses.
“How’d a poor girl get her passes,
To this ship that’s not the fastest?”

“I work hard at cutting grasses,”
Edith said, adjusting glasses.
“And I garden for top brasses,
Planting plants to make molasses.”

“Surely you don’t make much brasses,
Cutting someone else’s grasses,
And planting plants to make molasses!”
Said the man once making passes.

“Each week I make fifty brasses,
And hide it in my mother’s mattress.”
Edith said and pushed her glasses,
On this ship, slow as molasses.

“But it costs three hundred brasses,
To buy just one of the passes,
Aboard this ship that’s not the fastest!
You can’t make that cutting grasses!”

“That is how I got my passes,”
Edith said, adjusting glasses.
“I’m not lazy like these masses,
All of which are upper classes.”

“Also good at saving brasses,”
Said the gent once making passes,
“Also unlike these upper-classes!”
Save for him, who saved much brasses.

“When we pass the Ocean’s vastness,
America will welcome me with gladness!
I will take my fifty brasses,
And become a famous actress!”

“Won’t get far with fifty brasses,”
Said the gent once making passes,
“But I can help you be an actress,
And help you earn a mound of brasses!”

“YOU help ME become an actress?!
Oh, just stop making your passes!
First you jest on women’s asses,
Now you’ll help me be an actress?!”

“I am not just making passes,
Though I know now what an ‘ass’ is!
It is me, for making passes,
On a new potential actress!”

This man was known around the atlas,
For bringing films to all the masses.
Films of tits and womens’ asses,
Films of gunfights, bombs and crashes.

He explained it without fastness,
An industry of boundless brasses.
She could be a famous actress,
And explore the planet’s vastness!

“Care for drinks from crystal glasses?”
Said the gent once making passes,
“We can drink them by the masses,
And smoke some very pricey grasses!”

The gent was looking for an actress,
On this trip around the atlas,
And aboard this ship that’s not the fastest,
He took to save a couple brasses.

He had found her where the mast is,
Hiding from the upper-classes,
On this ship that’s not the fastest…
She was here from cutting grasses!

They went back in from the vastness,
To the room of smokes and gasses.
He took out a bag of brasses,
In which to buy some drinks and glasses.

“Could you please bring us some glasses?”
Shouted out some upper-classes.
Edith chuckled at the masses
Of the snobbish upper-classes.

She would be a famous actress,
At the end of Ocean’s vastness,
In lands opposite on atlas,
From the place she cut the grasses.

Thanks to man once making passes,
She would be a famous actress.
She would join the upper-classes,
Not in mind, but only status.

She would save up tons of brasses,
In a bank and not a mattress!
In a land of movie madness,
Action scenes and rehearsed crashes…

She could drink from crystal glasses,
Buy clothes not stained green by grasses!
She’d be loved by crowds and masses,
And snub the snobbish upper-classes!

“Can you please bring us some glasses?”
She said to tease the upper-classes.
And spoke with man once making passes,
About her new life as an actress…