Ten limericks (shanty)

Ten limericks be dead on the sho`e

So we be startin` whe`e it ended in blood and go`e

They be lyin` the`e sunbathing on the ray of the moon

Up until the parrot be crackin` fo` noon.

Then a ship be comin` and it be goin` all spicy and so`e.

Ten limericks be boardin` the ship,

They be plunderin` at landlubbers weep:

Gold and pearls, and diamonds that shine…

And flesh and bones and souls be mine.

Ten limericks be claimin` the ship.

Ten limericks be hoistin` the flag

Be presentin` you Jolly Roger all dressed in black

They sail and tear the seas apart

Roam the free life like it be a form of art

Everyone be cheerin` from down unde` to the front’s back.

Ten limericks be hunted away

By the mighty armada that be steppin` the way

The limericks be givin` no dam

But they be sendin` cannonballs and drinkin` oceans of rum

And the armada be no more the needle in the hay.

Ten limericks are singin` the shanties

For rise of the sweet trade and drop of the hearts and panties

Songs of true valor and heroic deeds be none

As the limericks be all in for the easy and fun

Everything to please me matey and hearties.

Ten limericks now be findin` grog and lasses

Shackles be embracin` hands and the cat o` nine tails be runnin` to kiss asses

At fiddle`s green where be the mark spotted

And be stored the booty and doubloons by Jacks looted

These be activities to please mind of the masses.

Ten limericks, reader, on your way be by sail

Be gatherin` all captain’s and be leavin` a gruesome trail

Be dodgin` them you cannot as you might have sought

And the battle you be losin` before you have fought

For they be invadin` heavier then Spam`s mail.

Ten limericks be arrivin` at thy heaven

And be usin` for messengers crows led by a raven

Nobody be knowin` if their slang is right

But your advisors meat will be served cooked just right

As Hell be the storage locker and your shore be the oven.

Ten limericks be endin` the trip

Gently their sword edges be plungin`you to Hades`s deep

They now be rulin` the world as freedom be sold

The world be hot and you be cold

And I be the demon that make angels creep.

Ten limericks be makin` everyone pay

I be their ruler and the story be told with rum on a tray.

Davey Jones be callin` it all a prank

And the Squareknots be showin` him the plank.

Quite a dive he be takin`… I`ll say!