Here's my poem

Like all the things I’ve seen at sea

The scene I see is more than things

And I am wont to want to be

Apart from such like gatherings.

The tiger has an eye on me,

And I, a keen and watchful man,

Will never let myself believe          

That I’m the eye, but aye, I am.

Not that it really matters, see

A man’s a body and a tale

And giving tails to bodies we

Don’t change the letter, just the male.

My boat is small and full of wholes

But not about to fill with sea

I see the boat is filling holes

In stories. What is happening?

The wholes will add up, one plus one,

To make the final zero sum

A circle like the moon or sun

The one dividing now become.