Sunday, September 19

arrrrrrr.

avast me hardies!
today's fit to be 'talk like a pirate day'.
that means swashbuckling.
deck-swabbing.
and the mark o' the pirate.
i'm off to do a bit of privateering,
taking pieces of eight and dirty dubloons
from the worst of the barnacled bilge pumpers.
hook hands?
maybe.
peg legs?
sure.
takin' sea-duders sh!t?
depends.
takin' a dose of their skullduggery?
uh-uh.
takin' what rightfully belongs to 'em?
arrrrrrrr! heck yes.
salty dogs an' that.
i'm so glad i remembered,
and i'm so sad for all my co-workers.
striped frilly open-front shirts and floppy hats are in effect.
i can't just TALK about it,
i've gotta BE about it.
floggin', groggin', hard-tack seabiscuit keel-haulery, kids.
or.......
maybe i'll just speak some african gibberish,
and talk like a somali pirate.
or some southeast asian bandana and machete speak.
or maybe a steam-escaping lispy turbo-fem affect;
y'know,
talk like a butt-pirate.
boo-YA.
ya'll know i'm not scared to tap into my showtunes side.
PENZANCE!!!!!!
recognize.
talk like a pirate.
today's the day.
all day.
modern major general, indeed;
never quiet, never soft.....

1 comment:

Tegan Beyer said...

Tis the story that we don't even know how these historic folks spoke. The present rhetoric was popularized by actors from the past, and we bought it!