Hello

 Sweet sky

                Great high clouds 

      Transfer

     The thought

       Trade in seaweed 

      And kelp

                          And cans of tuna fish 

       To old sailors

          Salty 

 And dirty 

 And drunk

       Pass the hat 

        For Lefty

      Who broke his arm

    On a pizza box 

    And had to be taken

                  By three armed nurses 

        Who still think 

 He was not crazed 

 With seaweed madness

     But “there’s no help

like a bowl of kelp”

Didn’t help matters