Avast ye scurvy crew there be freebooters abaft the “Goodship Lollipop” and they be plundering the cackle fruit and eating all the salmagundi. The powder monkey is up the mizzen mast and the old salts have taken to the heads on the poop deck. The bosun has been swinging the lead and the pesky varmits have made off with the hogshead and black jacks. Well blow me down!
So use your deadlights me mateys and remember "deadmen tell no lies"
Just off to compose a picaroon or two – now then what rhymes with “rullocks”?
Fair winds
Champagne Cup







