Piratic Poetry

[Black Bart]

There was a young man from Nantucket
On his way back from Thailand and Phuket
He encountered a storm
On his way round the Horn
And his lunch ended up in a bucket

[nefyuBB]

Allo ellie buddy !

Uhhhmmm ....... goona sing fer alla yahs at tha benbow
onna fwiday
an satturdsday nite !

Et iz free
fer buttins
an' shiny stonz !

Tell me peerwit antysboy
at tha door
tha seekrit possum werd
an ye kin sing 2 !

now i muss praktiss
lalalalaaaa
mememeeemmee

[Bruder Cuzzen]

ARRRRRrrr...ye taking requests ?

[DaveL]

YAaaar, this be from Ole Portsmouth, but Oi thought O'id share it wif yers.

Molluscing Mort

Mort Jenkins was a funny old soul...
His family was lost at sea...
Since that sad day he went bonkers...
As bonkers as can be...

He'd walk the distant shore line...
To relieve himself from grief...
Then one day he did spy his new family...
In a rockpool by a reef...

His wife was a coloured sea slug...
His son a 'Beche de mer' (yarrr, or sea cucumber)...
His daughter was a gastropod...
His house a rocky lair...

So next time you see Old Morty...
In that rock pool by the sea...
Just throw him your finest sea weed...
And he's happy as can be...

'Cause Mort and his new family ...
Are gliding around the shore...
Eating all the sea scum...
And ye'ling out for more...

Poor Morty has gone crackers..
But he's happy as can be...
His love and loss supplanted...
With his family by the sea...

[Griffin NoName]

Aaaaarrrrr! That be mitey fine poetry!

[Black Bart]

Arrrgh...I put my luverlee poem in thee wrong sekshun again!

[DaveL]

Deck the sky with shells and missiles

Twas the night before X-mas
All all through the house
Ammunition being stored
To shoot a big red louse

Santa reneged on presents
To young pirates being bad
Now those Pirates were grown up
And they were all flammin' mad!

All manner of weaponry
Was on rooftops above
A mighty barrage was planned
Entitled 'To Santa with love'

He strapped on his helmet
and his red protective suit
Saddled armoured reindeers
with his elves primed to shoot

'Full steam for Portsmouth
All presents must be sent'
'Not on my watch' said DaveL
All ammunition must be spent

Santa flew above the the night sky
Delivering presents to all
Until he entered Portsmouth
and encountered a roar

'Have at ye, ye fat bugger'
Yelled pirate townsfolk with a cry
A flaming sled went earthwards
Plummeting from the sky

So next time you break a promise
The pirates will be there
With heavy antiaircraft fire
To blow your fat butt off ye chair

[Opsa]

Y'aaarrgghhh... brings a tear to me eye, that does.

[pieces o nine]

Here be a hit by thee Portsmuff Dock Boize.
Thee leericks be ambigyoous, loike.



Yarrrrrgh...

Ye arrrgh me fye-yerrrgh
Thee one de-sigh-yerrrgh
Beeleeve wen oi sais
Oi want yer boo-tais.

But we arrrgh two werldes aparrrght
Can't reech t' yer arrrght
Wen ye sais
That Oi want yer boo-tais.


[Chorus:]
Tell me wye
Ain't nuffink but a arrrght-tayke
Tell me wye
Ain't nuffink but a mis-tayke
Tell me wye
Oi be 'opin that yer gonna sais
Oi want yer boo-tais.


Am oi yer fye-yer
Yer one de-sigh-yer
Yarrrgh oi nose hit be too layte to sais
But oi want yer boo-tais.

[Chorus]

Ye arrrgh me fye-yerrrgh
Thee one de-sigh-yerrrgh
Ye arrrgh,
Ye arrrgh, ye arrrgh, ye arrrgh...

[Chorus]

[Chorus]

Oi want yer boo-tais.