Lickity Split
The buccaneer scanned his wretched captives
Ignoring their repugnant scent
A motley crew so unattractive
Not one worth a single cent
Slowly he walked the deck inspecting
The worth of each black beast
What would the slave market bring
He hoped 10 pounds for each
He stopped in front of her
A beautiful, black Valkyrie
The rags she wore, so austere
I think I’ll make her my whigmaleerie
Take her to my quarters now
The rest shackle below
This one here toss over the bow
She’s too skinny, toothless and old
Below, he strips her rags to partake
Not worth rubies or gold, perhaps topaz
Too late he realizes his mistake
And tries to save his ass
While pulling down his pants to reveal
His underwhelming little prick
She grabbed his knife of hardened steel
And with one swipe hacked off his dick
