Eyepatch
I have a lack of sight
Upon my eye of right
My lass knows this
So on my left she’ll kiss
Her lover just out of spite
Peg Leg
There once was a captain named Stark
Though Eileen was her nom de lark
She limped, she waddled
Cause in the sea she paddled
With a great white shark in the dark
Hook
It’s not easy having a hook for a hand
And getting kicked out of your ska band
Though songs I did write
The notes were a fright
And so I was left in neck-deep in the sand
Shore leave
Perhaps the sailor wouldn’t be so mean
If it weren’t for when he was a teen
He lost his big toe
Cause his sweat beau
Swore up and down she was clean
Gangrene
It’s a bit of a misnomer
This disease affecting sea-roamers
Your skin’ll turn black
From a traumatic attack
Not quite as poetic as Homer
Scurvy
I’m losing my teeth, molars then canines
Awful’s the sight, futile’s the dine
My smile got many gaps
Could you perhaps
Spare some fruit, just one lime?
Mickey rights wrongs. Mickey wrongs rites. Mickey writes words, sometimes wrong words but he tries to get it write.