Inky Black And Blue

 

In a foggy cove’s sea side port rests the sailor’s home.
The fishy air and slippery piers a place they like to roam.
Laughing sounds and music boomed from the snackers’ bar.
Every night the root beer flowed from dirty jelly jars.
Skally wags told tall tales of foreign distant shores.
While scurvy dogs thumped there tails on the wooden floors.
Sailor Pete looked around from his unpatched eye.
And wiped the cream off his beard left from a scooter pie.
“Ha,” he said then “Ha,” again loud enough to hear.
All turned to see the salty sailor picking at his ear.
“‘Tis the ticklingest beast in all the seas, tickling be his game.
Just so lads will know him well you best repeat his name.
Inky Black And Blue he’s called,” he said it with a smile.
He chuckled like a laughing bee while clapping for a while.
“Twas on a night dark like this,” he pointed to his shoe.
“When I first met the happy horror named Inky Black And Blue.
Back then I was a young deck hand not knowing of the sea.
Less than a swab but I knew some day is what some day I’d be.
Then there was that faithful night that felt darker than the day.
Inky Black And Blue rose from the deep and swam in his squidly way.”
Pete bit down hard on a candy cane chewing while he spoke.
“Be warned me lads should ye meet be ready with a joke.
It’s all this silly sea serpent wants but all my jokes were bad.
A tickling was my goofy fate the worst I ever had.”
Then like a jelly on a spring Pete danced around the room.
He waved his arms and wrapped them round like an animal balloon.
“Tis a laughter shakes me raw when remembering that funny night.”
Pete giggled on his candy cane as he took another bite.
“Crack jokes keep well the punch line for this I know is true.
A tickle is always with in reach till your inky black and blue.”