William Turner's Remembrance of Jack Sparrow
Along a barren sea shore
I walk with the tide
Stealing glances at the pirate
That walks by my side.
His stride's slightly swaying
Though there is no Rum in hand
His husky voice beguiling
Whether on sea or Land
He is always so dirty
In mind and on body
But the way that he smirks
Makes me dream of things so naughty
I know that he's clever
Though he acts like a drunken child
Always able to liven up your day
With just his scallywag self and a smile
He will never remain here
No matter how much I wish it be
So for now I will simply take my pleasures from him
Generally a little more than just friendly company
Tomorrow we'll part
I'll make fun of his hair
He'll tease me my feather
I'll tell him to stick his sword up there
Watery eyed I'll watch from the shore
Standing forlorn as once more he leaves
Always back to his three loves:
His hat, his rum and the sea
