Three pirates wenten into a pub And gleefully their hands did rub In expectation of revelry For 'twas the hour known as happy
Great bottles of wine did they quaff And hadde they a really good laffe 'Til drunkennesse held full dominion (For 'twas two for the price of one)
Yet after wine and mead and sac Man must have a massive snack Great pasties from Caldari Prime With slice of cake and juice of lime
Upon three young wenches round and sly The fellows cast a wanton eye But then the fellows began to pale For quail are not the friend of ale
And in their bellies much confusion From their throats, vile extrusion! Thrown they were from The Drunken Duck No trace of ISK, nor maid to fu....umble
Homeward bound must quickly roll To that end, a starship stole Their hands all with vomit greased The CEO was not best pleased!
He threw them into a ditch of shite All agreed: What a brilliant night!