Let’s be real. Most of the fun stories you tell are around accidents which went down. That one silly uncle who got tackled by a kid at the family reunion? He would remember his love for exercise later that party and trigger explosive personal growth. The best things happen when accidents are thrown into the mix.

This one ended up being pirate-like. I don’t know why it happened, I’ll be honest. Maybe it was the espresso I had beforehand, but this got a bit strange. Still, I had a lot of fun with it and can learn from writing it.

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“Yar Har”

What’s in a niche but a nail
Bury the hatchet, we’re kicking the pail

Keeping me close
When all we wanted the most
Was up in arms while we hoisting a sail

Merry me chosen one
Carry a loaded gun
Laughing at heckles and urchins

Shiver me timbers
and cover your members
We’re coming and taking your virgins

I could but try
To reckon
A voyage past this madness

But all
For certain
We’re crashing a course for your baggage

Yar har
It’s a rolling road
In her arms and stole your load
It’s close
But you’re no cigar
So give up your gold or you’re coming with us
Yar har

Taking no prisoner easy
Work for your food or you’ll be hungry and queasy
Do what we say or be keelhauled away
We’re nicer than Davey, believe me

Sinking or swimming time
Scurvy or eat a lime
Never forgetting your place

I like what I see
So better keep ya from me
Or end up with a patch on your face