My pirate Hearrrrt

As I climbs up the riggin',

I sees a maiden fair,

I says, 'Arrr, listen darlin',

May I stroke yer luverley 'air?'

Unfortunately fer me,

Cap'n Donald Haddock the third,

The lurverly maiden that I sees

Is an oceanic bird.

I blames the rum, arrrr, that I do,

So I climbs back down again,

Since I started drinkin' it,

Me's eye's not been the same.

(Best I could do. Oh God, I'm a terrible poet.)

The End

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