A Lying Pirate, That Got Caught, Eating His Sheets. Poem by Michael Gale

I don't cuss-I just write blanketty-blank...
As a Pirate, I'd just end up walking the plank.

If while eating, I'd require a bib...
I'd be caught lying beneath another one of my many-a-fib.

Do not exagerrate any of your many, unaccomplished, feats...
For all will know, that you are lying, beneath a pile, of false sheets.

It is best to tell the undeniable truth...
For if you are caught lying, you'll be labled, totally, uncouth.