So far we have-

There lived a fair maid from Per Bast
whose perfume cone looked like a ... mast?
Along came a sailor
Dat tried ta impale 'er
But his tide, although high, didn't last

The lad, somewhat sad, then did bellow
"I get no respect," the poor fellow
He visited Min--
withh lettus and gin (sp. - Thank you Poney)
and drank till his liver was yellow

Next morning, his head was a-pounding
He found said fair maid un-astounding
but she was a shy beauty
A cutie sent by Tehuti
to rescue his ship from a-grounding

Coyly, she resined his planking
Then gave him a much deserved spanking
his mainsail unfurled
Her pontoons were hurled
While he shot, the young sot Bast was thanking