I'm a musician, so the few times I'm inspired to write poetry, there's a tune in my head as I write. But this time, I actually wanted to write a song. So this is dedicated to someone who, in every sense of the phrase, rocked my world.
Inspired by this tune: Monkey Island 2 - Campfire. If I could repeat the first two verses and the chorus I would (and might put it into a quickie chiptune someday), but for now this'll do.
(Use of Comic Sans is entirely intentional.)
Oh I came to this island
In search of booty
An F-word, a means to an end (To an end)
But lo and behold,
I tell ye truly,
The F-word that I found, it was Friend.
There truly be no happier sight
Than two singing lovebirds
Singing sweet nothings only for their ears! (For their ears)
One day, I saw this sight
And then I realized
Without a lovebird of my own, I just had tears.
CHORUS:
If I only wanted the kind o' fun that would
Let me work out my wrist
Then I ne'er, e'er would have known
All the treasure I missed.
I'll ne'er forget when I met my match,
A blonde mighty pirate!
I knew she be a keeper from the start. (From the start)
I ne'er met a lass like her,
A muse so inspired!
With razor wit, she bushwhacked into my heart.
I ne'er thought a moment
I'd take her fancy
It was the first and last of our flings. (Our flings)
We poked fun at layabouts
Who looked just like us
With bad puppeteers pulling the strings.
CHORUS
I ne'er did laugh so hard
But then she leaned over
And told me she had an iron lung (Iron lung)
She held her breath for
A full ten minutes!
Then I spoke no more but ne'er held my tongue.
Ne'er did I e'er think
I'd find my Marley
Dressed up like a Threepwood in disguise. (In disguse)
When that fateful day came
And she had to leave me
It truly was the saddest o' goodbyes.
CHORUS
I ne'er wished to give her up
To the waters
Parting with her truly be the worst. (The worst)
Since then there be diamonds
Which caught my attention
But how do ye e'er forget the first?
So if ye should come across
A rare piece o' booty
Beautiful and brighter than the sun, (The sun)
Cherish that treasure
While ye find it
And be sure'n that ye have all kinds of fun.
CHORUS:
If I only wanted the kind o' fun that would
Let me work out my wrist
Then I ne'er, e'er would have known
All the treasure I missed.
If I only wanted the kind o' fun that would
Let me work out my wrist
Then I ne'er, e'er would have known ye...
Oh, ye treasure I miss.
Inspired by this tune: Monkey Island 2 - Campfire. If I could repeat the first two verses and the chorus I would (and might put it into a quickie chiptune someday), but for now this'll do.
(Use of Comic Sans is entirely intentional.)
Oh I came to this island
In search of booty
An F-word, a means to an end (To an end)
But lo and behold,
I tell ye truly,
The F-word that I found, it was Friend.
There truly be no happier sight
Than two singing lovebirds
Singing sweet nothings only for their ears! (For their ears)
One day, I saw this sight
And then I realized
Without a lovebird of my own, I just had tears.
CHORUS:
If I only wanted the kind o' fun that would
Let me work out my wrist
Then I ne'er, e'er would have known
All the treasure I missed.
I'll ne'er forget when I met my match,
A blonde mighty pirate!
I knew she be a keeper from the start. (From the start)
I ne'er met a lass like her,
A muse so inspired!
With razor wit, she bushwhacked into my heart.
I ne'er thought a moment
I'd take her fancy
It was the first and last of our flings. (Our flings)
We poked fun at layabouts
Who looked just like us
With bad puppeteers pulling the strings.
CHORUS
I ne'er did laugh so hard
But then she leaned over
And told me she had an iron lung (Iron lung)
She held her breath for
A full ten minutes!
Then I spoke no more but ne'er held my tongue.
Ne'er did I e'er think
I'd find my Marley
Dressed up like a Threepwood in disguise. (In disguse)
When that fateful day came
And she had to leave me
It truly was the saddest o' goodbyes.
CHORUS
I ne'er wished to give her up
To the waters
Parting with her truly be the worst. (The worst)
Since then there be diamonds
Which caught my attention
But how do ye e'er forget the first?
So if ye should come across
A rare piece o' booty
Beautiful and brighter than the sun, (The sun)
Cherish that treasure
While ye find it
And be sure'n that ye have all kinds of fun.
CHORUS:
If I only wanted the kind o' fun that would
Let me work out my wrist
Then I ne'er, e'er would have known
All the treasure I missed.
If I only wanted the kind o' fun that would
Let me work out my wrist
Then I ne'er, e'er would have known ye...
Oh, ye treasure I miss.
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