# Talk Like a Pirate Day

Author: The Scarred Fox
Tags: Clean, Pirate, Poem, funny

I damn my sight from the tithes of the king!  
his is my only diamond ring  
keep his gold,  
spoils of battle old,  
we fought against ninety-seven fold  
we never shot for our stories told...  
Grandose manure of the sunken mould  
Thirteen shops where we only sold...  
They started to whisper to footmen, Avast!  
so we shot out quick and flashed back to the mast  
the sleight of our feet let us past.  
the soldiers left to themselves dead last  
for we were already out of cast  
no one kept up in the great and vast.  
We're glad no one tried to work half-assed...  
We can stay in the ship below  
Feeling like we've just been stowed  
The ship just rocks as it shakes and bows  
It's not just me stepping in wild throes  
The tale and yarn of ol' Mr. Moe  
keeps us happy as well fed sows  
but now it dawns: we realise  
we left him back in the paradise  
but we shant return with no disguise  
so he's left in his slow drown of lies...  
but the guards back there dont know where he sighs  
we sure dont hope he's been hung up high  
if it was true then we'd surely die...  
but at least we've got these kidney pies...  
but the taste is bad enough without these mice  
but now, I just play with my dice  
the ship may rock, and the bed may spring,  
but at least we stole the diamond ring  
which keeps us going to the point we'll sing...  
and now I'll leave without that painful thing.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/rm8a4jqn