A nunne & a pyrate took 2 the sea
in a pea-green boat, with a will.
They took some raw, local hunny
And plenty of money, wrapped in a hundred-dollar bill.
Ye pyrate sang with an olde banjo
"You R the nunne sent from above,
& wheresoever U travel I, too, shall go
While you school me in matters of love."
The nunne replied "O you fill me with pride,
My pyrate and poetic string duster.
Think we oughta get married?
I'm glad you feel that way, very
Much so." And off they sailed
For a year and a day, till they came to
The place where the tum-tum tree grows,
And there in the woods, a piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose.
Says the pyrate "O Pig will you give for a Morgan
Your ring?'' Says the Piggy "I will."
Whitebeard took it away, and they were married next day
By the Turtle on Capitol Hill.
The Nunne was so high she made a punkin-spice pie
Which they ate with a runcible spork,
They then danced all nite with the help of moonlight,
And the lamb lay down with the pork.
The pork, and z lambkin se coucher avec la porque.
This is a take-off on Edward Lear's "The Owl and the Pussycat" which you can read right here on Catboxx.