Topic: A pirate ditty.

[Barack Beard]

Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul
Yo oh heave ho
There are men whose hearts as black as coal
Yo oh heave ho

And they sailed their ship cross the dynaverse
A blood-thirsty captain and a cutthroat crew thats worse
It's as dark a tale as was ever told
Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold

Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides
Yo oh heave ho
There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides
Yo oh heave ho

And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum
The devil himself would have to call them scum
Every man aboard would have killed his mate
For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight

A piece of eight
A piece of eight
Five, six, seven, eight

Wingman targeted something not right
Many wicked icky things gonna happen tonight
Hulla wacka hulla wacka wingman beware
When de money in the ground dere's murder in de air
Murder in de air

Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones
Yo oh heave ho
There are secrets that sleep with old Davy Jones
Yo oh heave ho

When the mainsail's set and the anchor's weighed
There's no turning back from any course
And when greed and villainy sail the sea
You can bet your boots there'll be treachery

Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails
Dead men tell no tales

[deadmansix]

Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul
Yo oh heave ho
There are men whose hearts as black as coal
Yo oh heave ho

And they sailed their ship cross the dynaverse
A blood-thirsty captain and a cutthroat crew thats worse
It's as dark a tale as was ever told
Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold

Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides
Yo oh heave ho
There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides
Yo oh heave ho

And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum
The devil himself would have to call them scum
Every man aboard would have killed his mate
For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight

A piece of eight
A piece of eight
Five, six, seven, eight

Wingman targeted something not right
Many wicked icky things gonna happen tonight
Hulla wacka hulla wacka wingman beware
When de money in the ground dere's murder in de air
Murder in de air

Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones
Yo oh heave ho
There are secrets that sleep with old Davy Jones
Yo oh heave ho

When the mainsail's set and the anchor's weighed
There's no turning back from any course
And when greed and villainy sail the sea
You can bet your boots there'll be treachery

Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails
Dead men tell no tales

 sung to the tune of "IT's HARD OUT THERE FOR A PIMP"    ARRRRR

[GDA-Agave]

from the same website I borrowed my sig pic from


PIRATE SKWERL
by skwerly scouts club (I bet J'inn is a member)

O pirate skwerl, o pirate skwerl,
Trying to take the great black pearl.
Musket fire all around,dead skwerls on the ground.
The pirate skwerls will fight for rum, rum, the lovely rum.
Pirate skwerl Prizm, will take a stand against the demon skwerl band.
Shooting left and right,the demon skwerls will stand to fight.
Prizm falls, Prizm dies, never again to see the blue sky.
Now the demon skwerls are using hooks,
Launching themselves to every nook.
Now the pirate skwerls send out their best,
Putting Chipper the Ripper to the test.
Chipper, slaying left and right, the demon skwerls have lost this fight.
Now the pirate skwerls break out the rum, WHOOZA,WHOOZA!