SIN BAD THE SAILOR by Tom Jensen
One eyed Sin Bad the sailor
Went to see the local jailor
She was cute so he wanted to nail her
She wrote him once but he wouldn’t mail her
She got angry so she raised Captain Ahab’s bail
Sin Bad wanted to free him so went out to sail
His pockets were a empty
Someone somewhere out there had plenty
Sin Bad thought that they should share
Rumors of a gold mind
Passed between his ears from time to time
And Sin Bad’s pockets still were bare
Raise the sails and hoist the mass
Sin Bad yelled, “Let’s go kick some ass”
As he tilted his head and toasted his glass
Drool slid down their mouths with every ship they past
Sin Bad was once a pirate
But call him that now and he’ll get irate
The last time it happened the boat almost sank
The last sound heard was the anchor clank
Sin Bad said someone had to walk the plank
Too bad the only one left on board was his first mate
Sin Bad’s now an investor
He wears a crown and carries a cane just like a jester
Made his fame and fortune as a firecracker tester
It’s all cannon fodder now as the other ship always sank better