It be brass monkeys' out
on the seas this eve.
The Jolly Roger has a
fine and wicked flap.
But there be pizza
of the three cheese
in the galley (and
lumps of bread with
garlic laved).
And the
fic!parrot
be on my shoulder,
he be. Squawking, like
the bitch-bird of Hades.
His tales are of woe
and of Winchesters
and of wily winds
I think tonight
the parrot
speaks
with
me.
*brandishes cutlass*
The Long, Narrow Rope.
I'll be checking in later when I've got this pirate's head out of my ass. *facepalm*
Thank GOD it's Friday. *\o/* Hello, weekend. *glee*
ETA: I came, I saw, I wrote some wordies. And now I'm off to bed. *\o/* Tomorrow is a new day.
Night, flisties. Happy Friday.