The exercise:
Today's four line poem topic: pirates.
Mostly because Kat and I saw a man crossing the street with a parrot on his hand this morning. Or did we see a parrot crossing the street with a man in its claws?
Also because, seriously: why the hell not?
Mine:
Well shiver me timbers!
I be good and limber.
Shall we go to the bar?
The only answer's: Yar!