Write a Poem Not Containing the Letter "R"

Unto the sea I go,
walking, and thinking of whales:
between one sea and the next I go,
taking plankton and watching sails
that villains mend
to make them billow
in the wind, to give chase,
to make haste,
in those days of gold. Why,
if they had wet stockings,
and tasteless food, why
didn’t they want to be good?
I play my tails and my fins, sea-slap,
and if they hunt me,
between one sea and the next I go,
to escape.