Just doin' me warm-ups for Random Week. I was thinkin' that recently, a lot of poets don't really challenge themselves. There are very few poets that I bother ta recognise, because (although it comes from different poets each time) i always end up seein' a string of poems about love, friendship and eventually loss. Not to say that this is bad, everyone writes works like these; it's how ye start ta get inta tha swing of things. Yet, there are those that repeat it over and over as if there is only one technique. Really? I don't believe that's the case.
So to demonstrate, here is a little poet, written from a drunk pirate. Enjoy the laughs everyone :3