The barnacle thespian.

The destitute cow shed covered in barnacles 

Moved from the river Ouse of its own accord 

Flowers often wreath them self as weeds 

Around the bottom of rusting hulks

That once towed ships along the hastily prepared

Beaches forming defences for empty towns 

Leaking oil graded dot four burning the skin

Of escapees living adventures of ginger blue 

Hallowed bee thespian name of adult 

Entertainment and I saw you first on fishbones

Played with wooden two prong fork that lead 

To red coated plasticity aerobics classes 

Preparing for life of a monkey that hang in 

Chains whilst watching the rodeo during 

Solstice moon.