Three old women left Sandwich Bay
On a sudden decision to sail away.
Over the ocean, far and wide,
Pushed and pulled by every tide.

Now Sandwich ships are not renowned
For sailing over rocky ground.
So when these women hit dry land,
T'was dying they did by Neptunes hand.

So beware old women in sandwich ships,
You're safer at hope with fish and chips.
Don't sail away from a thought in your head
Or like the others you'll wind up dead.

Best I could do in a short time.
Best wishes.