Captain Tossabout
On a dark and stormy night
A ship hit a rock
Out of dread and fright
Passengers cried “what the fock?”
Bodies went flying
To and fro
Some were dying
As you probably know
But there was a boat
Over the side
Standing afloat
30 made it inside
The boat was made for seven
Cpt. Tossabout had to choose
Who would go to heaven
You know, who would loose
He had to think quick
He had to think fast
He had to pick
Who would be first, who would be last
He brainstormed a bit
And he thought
“this is it”
“I have a shot”
All eyes fell upon him
As he cleared his throat
He wondered who could swim
As he looked around the boat
“Simon Says is the game we’ll play”
“And the winners will stay”
To this everyone agreed
Cpt. Tossabout said “I’ll lead”
“Simon says jump over board”
Amazingly each body soared
They all went to Davey Jones’ locker
Cpt. Tossabout was a smart motherfocker.
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