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Originally Posted by Boomer

Avast! Ye braggin’ brawlin’ swaggerin’ bad buccaneer,
Oh thar’s mighty good grog to be fetched, in me fine establishment here.

Me inn be the finest inn on any island,
So thar be me rules that ye git to understand.

Leave that smelly parrot in the tree thar right by the door,
An’ shine up them boots ‘fore ye stride across me floor.

I see them sprogs 'n' bilge rats hidin’ thar ‘hind yer back,
Ye tell ‘em to do what I say er I’ll give ‘em a smack.

On yer honor, I be lettin’ ye keep yer sword at yer side,
But it better not brandish or flash er I be knowin’ ye lied.

And I best be seein’ lots o’ doubloons and pieces o’ eight,
It be cash on the barrelhead here that be sealin' yer fate.

When ye enter me inn, it not be to scrimp or to scrounge,
Fer that, I point ye down the road to the Landlubber’s Limbo Lounge.

Ye see me bouncer Davy Tony o’er thar by the bar, whar he counts up me loot,
Ye break me rules, ye be feelin' the toe o’ his boot.

And now with yer promise to drink, dance, sing, and obey,
Yer table be ready, Cap’n, so please let me show ye the way………..

And a Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day to All

Boomer, CEW (Chief Executive Wench) and Proprietress of The Mermaid's Tale Inn (I am thinking of issuing an IPO.)

Well done ewe saucy wench,ARRGH, the grog was mighty tasty.