Arrrrrr...if only I could get things ta rhyme...just look at this ditty I've been workin on:
There once was a Pirate called Hank
He really cut a dash of swank
Till a clumsy drunk
Stumbled into Hank's bunk
And caught Hank avin a ...
Blast, I just can't get the bleedin rhyme!
The smoke wafted gently in the breeze across the poop deck and all seemed right in the world.