Seven seas or Oceans Eleven part 1

 There's the Pacific

That's Terrific

There's the Adriatic, quite dramatic

The Aegean, that's tragean 

The Caspian, that's almost Latvian

The Black sea it was a slack sea

The Red sea, it was ahead of me

As I rode back from the dead sea

Still alive quite luckily

Then the Atlantic, I was frantic

Sailing about in a panic

But I found my bearings

without the scarings in the Berings

But it wasn't easy and I got quite queasy

As I joined the Chukchi

The Strait was laced

With all I've faced

And ever hope to after

But chuckling laughter

Overcame me

As I headed North West towards Alaska

Yes it was a task Sir

I ask yer

Sailing the Beaufort scale

I hit every kind of gale

And tried to master

My ship from certain disaster

Crossed the map

The lap of land

They call The North Pole

Didn't see a soul

But thought I'd stay in control

As I circled the Arctic Ocean

There was a polar bear or two

In the Siberian vicinity

And a cuttlefish who knew

What it all meant to me

I put on the kettle

And tested my mettle

As I passed through Kara and Berrents

Whoever said there were only seven seas?

They didn't make any sense

I could have bet my bottom dollar

That that Norwegian with the high collar

Was Father Christmas

Or just getting pissed as 

A Svalbardi President Lincoln

After that I took a break in Greenland

And found it as green as grain of sand

But for all that I loved the diversity

Of all the titanic icebergs adversity

They made me glad I wasn't at university

Though of course I am sad at that perversity

Still I journeyed on to the Labrador Sea

It was a well behaved doggie

It barked and lapped

But I patted its back

And it fetched its tide there and slack

And I felt like a stick a drift

As I was lassoed by the Sargasso 

Toe to toe, I heave hoed

With every rope in the rigging

And I was jigged without much hope

Down onto the Caribbean 

The warm was wind

And the wind was warm

And the seaweed full of eels

And it made me feel

Head over heels

As I felt the tropic of Cancer

A thunder and a blowing storm

As night time was the right time

To drink rum and watch the wild Palms sway

I lay on my back in the sand

And visited bars

And lost nearly every hand

Of poker, but I played on

And penniless returned to sea

The truth hit me near Chile

That I'd scoffed a lot of chocolate

In the sea of Scotia

And it was heating up inside me

I need to cool off

So I molokoved down for a cocktail

In the Antarctic circle