The Bishy Superstars Society on Antigua recently inspired me to write a little poem.
I'LL BITE THE HEAD OFF YOUR CHIUAUA, SPIT IT IN YOUR FACE, BELCH, FART AND GRIN
Roleplaying pirates on the high sea,
drinking and stealing, such debauchery!
But where would Antigua truly be
without the Terrible Ferrocity
of the few, the proud,
the most dangerous crowd
Where, I say, would Antigua be
without the unique fabulosity
of those who lack blood-thirst or skill,
lust, greed, or taste for goods-gotten-ill
without Katy Perry, Lady Gaga or Love-Hewitt
saving our asses when we thought we had blew it,
Where would the 18th Century be,
if we didn't have stars from modern tv?
Oceans of naught but sharks boats and fishies?
AYE! I say! KILL ALL THE BISHIES!!
You are simply, totally, much too bizarre.
Get off of my ocean, Bishy "Superstar"!
This is 1720, why don't you get a clue?
Any wench named "Taylor" should be "Swiftly" run through!
So run like the wind, if those stilettos will let you.
Run like the wind, and take your little dogs too!
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