Glass eyes

Shiver me timbers
Put out the embers
Ole Blue has got the fiery rum
In his tum tum tum
And his mighty peg leg
Stuck in a keg

Ye better not laugh
Ye better not laugh
Or you’ll dance that hempen jig

That blimey eye in his head
Always falls in the head
Ye be better in bed
I’d rather be dead
Then to have to be the mate who
Has to go get it for Blue.

Ye better not laugh
Ye better not laugh
Or you’ll dance that hempen jig

(inspired by prompt here: http://www.napowrimo.net/2013/04/day-3/)

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