Piratic Poetry

[Auntie Blackbeard]

Argh Ravi me dARRRRRLIN' !

Tis a luverlee ditty indeed !
Remoines me ove Nefuse werk .

[Ravi Oli]

Remoines me ove Nefuse werk .

Arrrrggghhh Arntie Bee... Oi'm ov two moinds weatha ta take thee complyment or slaps ye upside thee 'ead with a wet cod fer thart.

[black bart]

Thee Boy stood on thee burnin deck
His Fish Head Stoo he'd chundered
It burned right through thee wooden Hull
Thee boards completely sundered

Wots in this stuff thee Captain cried
Tis worse than a Greek's fire
Tis lucky I had pie for lunch
Or thee consequences would be dire!

[black bart]

Everybody hide yer croo
That Anthrobabe be back
Ye'll ave no one to heave or ho
If she gets em in the sack

[Ravi Oli]

Arrrrr bart.... ye foine turn o'words 'as me wantin' ta wax brazillian agen [Oi 'ope thart's the roight tearm ta use]

[black bart]

Arrrrr bart.... ye foine turn o'words 'as me wantin' ta wax brazillian agen [Oi 'ope thart's the roight tearm ta use]

[black bart]

The Pyrate Olympicks ave started
We wait for the starters pistol
Thee contestants from their omes ave parted
Twill all be shyppe shaype and Bristol

Thee hundred metres shark dash
Thee Swingin an boardin an rowin
Thee sinkronoized use of thee lash
Thee medals will soon be glowin

I'm goin fer thee rum keg rollin
And also thee tabbe hex-scapin
I opes for a medal all golden
In the 100 metres pillagin an rapin!

[pieces o'nine]

^ Arrrgh, that luvverly learick should be hadopted as thee hofishal theme song fer the Pyrlimpics!

[black bart]

The boy stood on the burning deck
They say his name was Nef Yoo
Thee flames leaped up as hot as hell
Cos the croo poured on extra fuel

[Ravi Oli]

black bart thawt "Oi'll 'ave betta luck,
foindin somethin rhymin with duck".
But when it gave 'im a pain
in the what 'e calls a brayne
'E sed "Stuffit! Oi downt give a fig!"

[black bart]

There once was a cove called Ravioli
He sailed in from Outer Mongoli
He was ridin a Yak
With a sack on his back
And a bucket of Jam Roly Poly

[pieces o'nine]

Black Bart be known fer:
fish 'ead stoo, Long Winded Tales,
Arrrghbayin' Spanyerds.

[Ravi Oli]

ARRRGGGHHH pieces... ye 'ave hinspired me wonce agen...

Let's 'ave it lads fer black bartholomew
Fer 'twas 'e hinvented thee Fish'ead Stoo.
Thart majickyl eelixer, thee cure fer awl;
male patten bawldness; strip paint from a wall.
Ov its endless virtues Oi heered a cove rant.
[Sez pieces besoid me "E's prolly a plant!"]

An' still thee crowde it greww n' it greww
[Wear these pyrates come frum nobody neww]
Ov bart one arrfta thee otha they lyrickly wax'd
Til awl rose as one wiv bart on there backs
and wiv one Moighty Voice as one they did sing
"Wotcha reckon lads, will we make 'im ower King?"

Twas decidered bart's crownin twould be an affair
Thar was midgits, an' wenches, the FSM Oi do swear!
"A natcheral King... nay a God threw n' threw!"
"E's much too good fer me an' fer you!"
And as they placed thee crown down on 'is 'ead...
bart woke wiv a start, e'd fell owta bed...

Sow if moi storey 'as meanin or moral it seams
Wen bart's tellin tales say "Yair roight... in yer dreems!"

[black bart]

I'll have to go away to a small cabin and lock myself in to write something to match that...where's me rum?

[pieces o'nine]

^^

Verra hex sellent werke!