"Ha-har-r-r-!" or Pirates of the Absurdean (11)

Call me Ivor! Aye! I live 'ere
near the Guadalquivir River.
I'm a reaver ("...Iv' smokes reefer,"
whines me wench, tho’ don't believ' 'er).
 
Long John Silver, Jenny Diver,
Herbert Hoover an’ the Beaver
constitute with me a fiver:
each a thief; each a survivor.
 
See that slaver out of Dover…?
She’s the good ship Mike L. Deaver
under Captain Nigel Haver.
We resolve to wave 'er over.
 
"All aboard be down wit' fever,"
screams the Beav. "We'd best to leave 'er."
But it's then we spot the silver.
John palavers: "Gotta have 'er!"
 
"Hand 'er over," shouts the Beaver.
"Shiver timbers! Stand! Deliver!"
"Silver salvers…? I'm a craver,"
joins in Jenny (heaven save 'er!).
Tres trays: treasure they'd best give 'er,
for she'll not not take 'em wiv' her.
 
(To be continued)