Arrrh I went to visit a bizarre bazaar; Drove to it in my brand new car. A stranger said "They've a fabulous bar, With a pirate and a parrot who says 'Arrrh'. Marvelous drinks, quite up to par, And a grilled fish sandwich made of gar". So I parked in the lot, just a little bit far From the bar. The parking lot coated my shoes with tar. At the door I de-shoe-ed so that I wouldn't mar The terrazzo floors of the bar, with the tar, You know, that got on my shoes in the par- king lot. Har, har. The pirate said, "Come on, belly up to my bar". And the parrot said, "Arrrh!" I ordered a sammich and a drink in a jar, Then started to write something really quite far Out. The pirate spoke up sounding a little bit quar, "Watcha doin' mate, wid your pencil thar?" And the parrot said, "Arrrh". I said, "I wanna back up, put my brain in reverse, But I'm stuck in this rhyme zone, under a curse. Everything I write down comes out in a verse. And if I can't stop it will only get worse. I've got a phone number somewhere in my purse. I need a bit of help here, not to sound terse, But please call them up to send me a nurse, Before I wind up going home in a hearse. I think that it already might have gone too far." The parrot said,"Arrrh." ©2006 by Wayne Hepburn - All Rights Reserved