Why, thank'ee, Nigel.
Arrr, my wooden leg
It be aching something fierce
Which does not make sense
Because it has no
Nerves to ache when it gets hurt
Arrr, I love my grog
"A poem for the introspective pyrate." -My sister, a non-pyrate, but ya got to love her!
ph34r the l33t pyr4t3!