Don’t Cross Your Legs

Don’t cross your legs, Baby
I wish to see such treasure
A beauty of a secret 
Meant for our mutual pleasure
I’ll swing from the yardarm 
I’ll pull out my sword 
I’ll gouge out me eye
If you’re ever close to bored


You’re A Questionable Soul


You’re a questionable soul
Lying in the Captain’s brig
After drinking his scotch
& wearing his wife’s wig
Definitely conduct unbecoming
Her voice sounding the alarm
The man knows your name now
Surely you’ll swing from the yardarm

*previously posted on former blog