Old Salty Blue

On a fortnight when pirates lay good in their bed,
when captains lay waiting for dead.
From the bungle and bring crawled out Old Salty Blue
with a pennock for blood from both me and you.
He clapped on the deck and he squirmed to the hatch
his face were light up when I struck up a match,
"Old Salty Blue is here" I yelled "get me my gun."
His salty shark tail swung--smacked me hard in the buns.
He chewed half me crew and he drank all me rum,
on me flag he put his salty shark gum.
He took me fine woman, and he took me first mate,
He said to me "Plextor, your ship, she looks great
you're in Old Salty's water, get out of here now,
or I'll eat your whole ship from stern clear to bow."
So Salty Blue left, with my woman in tow,
and back to those water, I dare never go.

Pirate poetry, from the enlightened days of Community College.