Ahoy, yeh scurvy dogs! 'Tis Captain Wordswench here, and I be wonderin'...what happened ter that lubber, Pubsgal? As me trusty crew mounts a search party, I'll be comandeerin' her blog and postin' a wee verse fer yer readin' pleasure....
A Wee Sea Chanty fer Talk Like a Pirate Day!
Rum lasses and lads!
Train yer tongues on t' past,
An' shiver yer timbers,
An' holler "Avast!"
The sun, it be shinin'!
The winds, they be fair!
'Tis time ter sheath our booties
In skull & crossbones underwear!
Yer looks, they be quite puzzled.
"Why this funny talk?" ye say?
Go on t' account, me buckos,
It be "Talk Like a Pirate Day!"
But first, hie thee ter work
Ter avoid a keelhaul.
But later, we can pillage
Our trusty stash of grog.