Cap'n BadBack Blowers perches in his Crow's Nest.
His weathered eye always open.
With cutlass, spyglass and pirate headband, he is on constant watch.
Alert, scanning the Holy See for Buccaneer Dodo and his mateys.
Cap'n BadBack Blowers sounds the alarm
Fowl
play?
Fowl play!
The game is afoot, dear communicants. Fowl play!
*chuckles*
Captain Uncle Brian did Parlay
"In answer to your first query, I wasn't consciously quoting, or even alluding to, any other source."
Was I Bilge-sucking or are ye three sheets to
the wind?
"Why do you ask? "
Was the captain 'Hornswaggling'
"Am I missing your
point?"
Blimey!
"And in answer to your second,
"And in answer to your second,
I was born and brought up in the C of E but am
now,
and have been for nearly twenty years, an "RC" "
I be not in
possession of 'Letters of Marque'
"But my views on denominations are not
divisive, quite the opposite."
Savvy? Your Grace
"I tend to see the churches as
one Church.
Wherever two or three, and all that."
We all being in possession of
pieces of eight
"Some people swim the Tiber,
others cross Lambeth Bridge,
and
there are even some who go canoeing in Lake Geneva."
All hands Ahoy and Batten down
the hatches!
"But we are all brothers and sisters in Christ."
Blow me down!
It be a veritable blood brotherhood
Your Grace said
"Your IP address was not available"Perhaps the fellow is withholding it
so he can download the directors cut of Mel Gibson's
The Passion of Christ from the pirate bay,
without getting annoying letters from those chaps at the anti-piracy group FACT..Arrrr
"this blog is assaulted daily by a nuisance"
There be a plentiful bounty
on his head for those that spot the blog buccaneer!
"who creates multiple
identities"
He be scalawag and a master of disguise like Commodore Clouseau
but
his parrot leaves feathers all over His Grace's blog
"and trolls every thread"
deserving of the cat o nine tails and a short walk on the plank
"constantly
banging on about the deficiencies of the Church of England
and the perfection
of the Church of Rome."
He refuses to belay and He be in the employ of His
treacherous
Eminence Cardinal Richelieu and seductively assisted by his
Scrumpet, Lady Cressida de Winter
"Each new incarnation is being summarily
deleted,
which is tiresome."
His Grace be sick of sending him to Fiddlers
Green..
Next time he be made to dance the hempen jig,
Keelhauled and a killick
attached to his nether regions for good measure...
He not be survivin' this.
There be no Sweet trade for those plying their trade on this ship.
.AAARGGGHHHH.
Yo-ho-ho
Yo-ho-ho
Dodo the Pirate observed
"That be a dangerous pirate, that Dodo.
Keelhauled he were, by Admiral Cranmer and his motley crew.
Only man I ever knew that were keelhauled, and lived."..
Keelhauled he were, by Admiral Cranmer and his motley crew.
Only man I ever knew that were keelhauled, and lived."..
*chuckles*
Me dear Commodore
ReplyDeleteHarrr! Well sink me and blow me down with a barnacled yardarm
Ye be given that old sea dog Cap'n BadBack Blowers a big head and that be no scurvy dog tale.
This post be the reason why my Roger is now so Jolly this day and I be not dancing with Jack Ketch just yet, Matey! There e no doldrums for ol' Ernstie to wallow in whilst he has Blog maties galore!!
What Cap'n Blowers is in dire need of tho' is a good clap of thunder courtesy of Captain Morgan himself. AYE.
Ye be no Swab then, as yer Blog looks nicely 'Titivated' from it's spring cleanup, I sees ye be a keeper of your word and not a Squiffy!
Fair winds to ye, my fine fowl and keep a weathered eye open matey! .
Yo-ho-ho
Cap'n Blowers, it's good to hear your Roger is perked up and Jolly.
ReplyDelete"Fifteen men on a Dodo's breast;
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest;
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
An' remem'er me old sea salt: Dead Dodo's don't bite.
That be a dangerous pirate, that Dodo.
ReplyDeleteKeelhauled he were, by Admiral Cranmer and his motley crew.
Only man I ever knew that were keelhauled, and lived...
Now me fella's! We get la loot soon enough! Ripe the barnacles off the faces of the survey naves, get home to Bristol in time for tea. Then invest it in a nice pension scheme...
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