June 17th, 2012 at 1:07:47 AM
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The South Pacific
is Paradise in Wenches
with Gold in limbo.
These Wenches are strange.
For after sex on the beach,
we are now married.
I tried to explain
a Pirate can't be tied down...
we tie people up!
Her Father demands
I marry her in the morn
or into the flames.
She is quite angry
I chose fire not marriage,
she adds many logs.
Rum is my saviour!,
the Captain raises a toast.
Thirty bottles drunk.
The Natives passed-out,
I jump out of the kettle
and arrive on-board.
A true Ocean tale
Pirates, Wenches, Fire, Rum
the Rum was best ARRrrg.
is Paradise in Wenches
with Gold in limbo.
These Wenches are strange.
For after sex on the beach,
we are now married.
I tried to explain
a Pirate can't be tied down...
we tie people up!
Her Father demands
I marry her in the morn
or into the flames.
She is quite angry
I chose fire not marriage,
she adds many logs.
Rum is my saviour!,
the Captain raises a toast.
Thirty bottles drunk.
The Natives passed-out,
I jump out of the kettle
and arrive on-board.
A true Ocean tale
Pirates, Wenches, Fire, Rum
the Rum was best ARRrrg.
Some people need to reimagine their thinking.