See, now, the problem with being ill and at work is that I don't feel like working. And on occasion, drinking themed coffee (Pirate's Grog from the coffee place in Old Town San Diego - good stuff) whilst feeling ill at work leads to ridiculosity.
Avast ye, matey
we've come to the last
bottle of rum, bucket of chum
there be no more gold
no more treasures untold
no more lasses to hold
no more maps to unfold
Avast ye, scarvy
we've taken our last
dip in the drink, stab at the fink
there be no more ways
no more wait-hold-and-stays
no more wasted parlays
no more travelin' days
And the grog's all run dry
Roger hangs 'gainst the sky
Put the patch o'er yer eye
And get ready to die
Avast ye, matey
we're part of the past
parrots too shrill, ink, quill, and kill
there be no more fights
no more cannonball lights
no more X-mark'ed sites
no more noose-hangin nights
And the dubloons all dank
Every file, form, and rank
Quivered and stank
As they all walked the plank
Avast ye, matey
Prepare for the worst
Ye blackguards be cursed
Land ho
(and of course:) YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
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