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words and music by Tom Smith
| Most days are like all of the others, Go to work, come back home, watch TV, But, brother, if I had me druthers, I'd chuck it and head out to sea, For I dream of the skull and the crossbones, |
| T' me, Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho, It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day! When laptops are benches God gave us fer wenches, And a sail ain't a low price ta pay! When timbers are shivered and lillies are livered And every last buckle is swashed, We'll abandon our cars for a shipfull of ARRRs And pound back the grog till we're sloshed! Yo ho.... |
| Don't pick up yer phone and say "Hello, Our ten-o-clock meeting's delayed", Ye scrunch up yer face and ye bellow, "AVAST! Ye've been bleedin' BELAYED!" Ye can't keep this fun to yerself, I bet, |
| T' me, Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho, It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day! Whatever's in fashion is in for a thrashin' And bein' polite is passe! When it's ev'ry man's duty to grab his proud beauty And let out a hearty YO HO! And if this offends you, hold y'r breath as we sends you Ta Davy Jones' Locker ya go! Yo ho.... |
| We'll tell every banker "Heave to and weigh anchor!" Buy latte with pieces of eight We'll fight to be chosen as cap'n or bosun The loser, o' course, is worst mate! When we hoist Jolly Roger, the landlubbers dodge 'er, There ain't no computin' or morning commutin', The fresh salty brace of the wind on my face |
| To wear a red coat full o' buckles, To earn a few duelling scars, Well, at least we can get a few chuckles By filling the office with ARRRs! And maybe we'll never get closer, |
| T' me, Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho, It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day! That time in September when sea dogs remember That grown-ups still know how ta play! When wenches are curvy and dogs are all scurvy And a soft-wear patch covers your eye, Ta hell with our jobs, for one day we're all swabs And buccaneers all till we die! |
| So hoist up the mainsils and shut down your brain cells, They only would get in the way, Avast there, me hearty, we're havin' a party, It's "Talk... Like... A Pirate" Day! |
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Aaarrrgh
And me still gotta wark 'aday. Aaarrgh, why dis not be an 'ficial holiday.
Garrrhh, pass me da rum
Aaarrgh, Jan
story challenge run aground
Arrrrrrr! Tis a sad tale. Earlier this month I wuz wantin' ter post me a story challenge here, commemoratin' this most august of all holidays; the theme of which as ye probably ken would be PIRATES, seafarin' or interplanetary or even ones that be flyin' th' Jolly Roger off roamin' office buildings like what they had in that movie, any damn sort of pirates, the sole requirement (beyond thar bein' some sufficiently transgenderous element fer this here Port o' Call) bein' that an ARRRRR of any reasonable spelling be uttered at least once in the tale, and that they all be posted on the 19th, filling the main page with a cacophony of historically dubious piratespeak, of cannonades and parrotsquawks ......... But then, as I was commencing to post my story challenge some scallawag posted a challenge of her own, which wouldn't of deterred any worthy brigand of the open main; but then as I was goin' t' fetch some grog another challenge be posted; and the though o' thar bein' three concurrent story challenges running simultaneously and at the same time just seemed a mite excessive, even fer a rum old bird such as meself; And me challenge was deep sixed. And so, me buckos, ye got ONE YEAR until the 2009 TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY STORY CHALLENGE. Even a scurvy procrastinator oughta be able ter put somethin' together by then. I'll be remindin' ye some weeks before then...
~~~hugs (watch the hook!), Laika
What borders on stupidity?
Canada and Mexico.
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Heh!
I'd been planning to post my All Souls Day Story Contest last week and held off for the same reason. Next week, okay? ARRRR!
Hugs,
Erin
(It's also my mom's birthday, which is why I never forget Talk Like a Pirate Day.)
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
Yo ho ho
and a bottle of rum went to see the urologist who made me cough then shoved a finger up me bum scurvy bastard. Amy ---"May your pen never run out of ink and your brain out of ideas"