as night came somewhere on the boat
once again it was time for the special vote
first matey was sure he would be no turncoat
the constant fear that he would be looking for a float
the soft silvery moonlight looks mesmerising
to the folks of the old port they stood defending
in their darkest hour they had stood there fighting
whilst the crewmen watched with their nails they're biting
your heinous poem's the cause
zhihau said:sorry bro, almost drained of ideas, just almost, but lemme try again
the last me heard was the blur cock shedding some tears
and we all could tell his prose couldn't hide his fears
thru'out the fight he's surrounded by all his peers
alas the kapitan'd still be greeted by jeers
zhihau said:bro,
medusa or melissa?