A Water Rhyme

A fishing disaster, two men in a boat -

One look at the hole and they said: It won't float. 
And as they drifted from the shore 
Both were knocking on death's door. 
Swimming made no sense to either, 
Nor jumping, had they been much lither.
You wouldn't say courage was 'up their street' -
They took to drinking whisky neat.
And having leapt into the sea
They sank as far as to the knee…
And subsequently to the neck.
Called one: The blooming heck!
They soon were drowned
And sank where none had ever clowned.
Jokes have an end, so deep the sea floor
Nor from above could be heard the sea's roar.
One turned on his face, 
Of his eyes not a trace,
A sharp-swimming fish 
Ate them with relish.
The other had lost 
His nose, which was tossed
On the tentacle of an octopus,
Down its mouth without a fuss.
On shore were lamented two fishermen drowned.
Later a shoe and umbrella were found.
Two women were widowed, six kids lost their dad,
Four weeks they all wept and no one was glad.
Below, beneath waves, two skeletons moved
With the currents running west, and soon were removed
From the deep of the bay to the midst of the ocean
And there did disintegrate, an effect of the motion
Of the deep sea salt water and the creatures therein
Who added the bones to the tone of their skin.
The moral of the tale, if anything is,
Though not all you hear's lies, at least half is.