Chariot Of The Emperor's Navy

Ahoy, ahoy, all you land lubbers,

 And fornicating deck scrubbers.

 I'm the captain of the Quay,

 A chariot of the Emperor's navy,

 With a skull and cross bones,

 And tongue to baste your gravy.

 My hair is thin, but my chin-chin is long,

 And strong as a scythe cutting bait with sins,

 As the seeds sow little fish with gills.

 Poetically inking the seven seas with me,

 On a course setting sail over the horizon.

 With a whisper of rum and kipper of brew,

 And kisses on a poets chest at high tide,

 Upon a Jolly Roger, with a wooden-cock peg.

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