Call me Ivor! Aye! I liv' 'ere, near the Guadalquivir River.
I'm a reaver ("...an'
smokes reefer," whines me wench, nor don't beli'v' 'er).
Long Sean Silver, Jen E. Diver, Herb "Hurt" Hoover and the Beaver,
with yours truly make a
fiver: each a thief; each a survivor.
Sails this slaver out o' Dover christen'd good ship Mike L.
Deaver
under Captain Nigel Haver. We'd resolv'd to wave 'er over.
"All aboard be down wi'
fever," hoots "The Hoov." "We'd
best to leave 'er."
Only then d'we spy the silver. "Trove!" trump I. "By Jove, I never!"
Sean palavers: "Gotta have
'er!" "Hand 'er over,"
shouts the Beaver.
"Shiv' me timber! Stand!
Deliver! Silver salvers? I'm a
craver,"
joins in Jen. (Har-r-r-r! Heaven save
'er!). "Trays trey? Treasures they'd
best give 'er,"
urges Edward, son o' Cleaver, "for she'll not not
take 'em wiv' 'er."
(a work in progress)
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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