Shiver me timbers
The old pirate said
When a red hot black canon-ball
Fell on his bed
Attacked in his sleep
Left him no time to think
As slowly his galleon
Started to sink
Both captain and crew
Half asleep what a shocker
Now all reside
Down in Davy Jones locker
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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