Thinkin` sprogs orta` be seen, nay heard
Aunt Mabel swaggled a gurt brute, foreign bird,
Two land-lubberin' dogs an` a dozen cats.
Arrr! how she regrets nay takin` th` brats.
Them squabble, catawaul an` swashbuckle.
They eat everythin` grubbable port in sight.
Avast! She forgot jus` ain wee rule:
Such sprogs would a` bin goin` t` school.

09/19/2011

Author's Note:
In honour of "Talk Like a Pirate Day" I have run one of my old poems through a couple of translators and past a pirate or two. Enjoy, me hearties, or over the side wi' ye!

Posted on 09/19/2011
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