Yeeehaw! Howdy pardners! This here set o' shanties, for some odd reason,
were all based on a wild-west theme! Our crack team of linguists and
culturists have taken many a fine-toothed look over these, and as of yet
have not detected their inherent meaning. Perhaps they mostly refer to a
villager from the land of Durango, named Curtis. In all actuality, it would
be erroneous to assume otherwise, as a note from the Kapp'n himself was
included in this batch. The note is as follows.
Dear Curtis: As I've said many a time before, lad, I'll say it again, fer
'tis not a truer word spoken 'bout ye than this; I like the cut o' yer jib!
Keep workin' out, though lad; the ladies love a man with stone fer arms and
gold fer a heart! Oh, and I admire yer humble abode! I fancied a western
life once, if I were nothin' better than an old sea dog! Keep yer head
outta the clouds, Curtis!
Apparently, a few select villagers from many wide-reaching towns have made
quite an impression on the old wordsmith, and it would seem to be a pattern
emerging: every villager Kapp'n has taken a shine to was a human villager!
Coincidence? Probably. In either case, here's the western shanties. Get
along, little turtles!
"Cows"
When I was a lad,
A dream nightly had
Was when I touched the sky
And was real glad!
The wide-open plains
Filled me with disdain
Stepped did I in cow-pies
What a big pain!
"Wagons"
I almost lost me poor head
When rolled out of bed
Wagon-wheel, it was real
Painted bright red!
It appeared out of air!
Underneath my chair!
Whaddya know, Durango,
It was from there!
"Tumbleweeds"
When I pillaged a land,
I sat in the sand.
It did hurt, the desert,
It burned me hand!
But I was froze still,
Almost lost me gills,
When I seed tumbleweeds!
Gave me a chill!
"Cacti"
Had that dern dream again,
I twirled and I spinned.
I rolled off, and did cough,
Knocked out me wind!
The last thing that I saw
'Fore I broke me jaw
I did spy some cacti
Rubbed me skin raw!
"Thirst"
My last dream, I confess,
About the old west
Shook and screamed, it twas mean,
Far from the best!
I was crawling real slow,
No water, you know.
Then I heard a buzzard
My, how they grow!
Well, hey and howdy, folks! That there was the rootinest, tootinest, most
yee-hawinest group of poetries I've ever seen! Why, such well-rounded prose
ain't been scribbled on a cocktail napkin since Poe's laundry list! Yep,
I'll tell ya one thing, them there be the most... Hey, why are y'all
lookin' at me like that? You don't believe that these are the greatest
most... What?!? You think that Kapp'n didn't write these?!? Why of all
the... ahem. How did that get there? Well, yes that's my signature, but...
OK! OK! I confess! None of these shanties were written by Kapp'n! I admit
it! All of these western themed shanties were written by me, the lowly
diver and shanty discoverer extrordinaire! I just wanted to express myself,
and danged if the last few weeks haven't played hell on my exploration
talents! Why, the only thing I've discovered since the last batch of
shanties was that cursed note to Curtis! I just thought that Kapp'n might
have written something like these if he were to follow up on his
appreciation of Curtis' house, that's all! Sheesh. Alright, back to the
cold, hard, briny sea, to once more TRY to uncover more of these
entertaining and increasingly RARE shanties you all seem to take for
granted!! Harumph!!!
Btw, Curtis is my character's name in my town of Durango in my game.
Whoever cares about that trivia can write about it! In a review! [/hint]
were all based on a wild-west theme! Our crack team of linguists and
culturists have taken many a fine-toothed look over these, and as of yet
have not detected their inherent meaning. Perhaps they mostly refer to a
villager from the land of Durango, named Curtis. In all actuality, it would
be erroneous to assume otherwise, as a note from the Kapp'n himself was
included in this batch. The note is as follows.
Dear Curtis: As I've said many a time before, lad, I'll say it again, fer
'tis not a truer word spoken 'bout ye than this; I like the cut o' yer jib!
Keep workin' out, though lad; the ladies love a man with stone fer arms and
gold fer a heart! Oh, and I admire yer humble abode! I fancied a western
life once, if I were nothin' better than an old sea dog! Keep yer head
outta the clouds, Curtis!
Apparently, a few select villagers from many wide-reaching towns have made
quite an impression on the old wordsmith, and it would seem to be a pattern
emerging: every villager Kapp'n has taken a shine to was a human villager!
Coincidence? Probably. In either case, here's the western shanties. Get
along, little turtles!
"Cows"
When I was a lad,
A dream nightly had
Was when I touched the sky
And was real glad!
The wide-open plains
Filled me with disdain
Stepped did I in cow-pies
What a big pain!
"Wagons"
I almost lost me poor head
When rolled out of bed
Wagon-wheel, it was real
Painted bright red!
It appeared out of air!
Underneath my chair!
Whaddya know, Durango,
It was from there!
"Tumbleweeds"
When I pillaged a land,
I sat in the sand.
It did hurt, the desert,
It burned me hand!
But I was froze still,
Almost lost me gills,
When I seed tumbleweeds!
Gave me a chill!
"Cacti"
Had that dern dream again,
I twirled and I spinned.
I rolled off, and did cough,
Knocked out me wind!
The last thing that I saw
'Fore I broke me jaw
I did spy some cacti
Rubbed me skin raw!
"Thirst"
My last dream, I confess,
About the old west
Shook and screamed, it twas mean,
Far from the best!
I was crawling real slow,
No water, you know.
Then I heard a buzzard
My, how they grow!
Well, hey and howdy, folks! That there was the rootinest, tootinest, most
yee-hawinest group of poetries I've ever seen! Why, such well-rounded prose
ain't been scribbled on a cocktail napkin since Poe's laundry list! Yep,
I'll tell ya one thing, them there be the most... Hey, why are y'all
lookin' at me like that? You don't believe that these are the greatest
most... What?!? You think that Kapp'n didn't write these?!? Why of all
the... ahem. How did that get there? Well, yes that's my signature, but...
OK! OK! I confess! None of these shanties were written by Kapp'n! I admit
it! All of these western themed shanties were written by me, the lowly
diver and shanty discoverer extrordinaire! I just wanted to express myself,
and danged if the last few weeks haven't played hell on my exploration
talents! Why, the only thing I've discovered since the last batch of
shanties was that cursed note to Curtis! I just thought that Kapp'n might
have written something like these if he were to follow up on his
appreciation of Curtis' house, that's all! Sheesh. Alright, back to the
cold, hard, briny sea, to once more TRY to uncover more of these
entertaining and increasingly RARE shanties you all seem to take for
granted!! Harumph!!!
Btw, Curtis is my character's name in my town of Durango in my game.
Whoever cares about that trivia can write about it! In a review! [/hint]
