Captain Roy was a man of few words, his tongue had been eaten by a flock of birds.
Every night he writhed in bed, a lizard man had shaved his head.
He ate only fish he caught with a hook, his penis got crushed by a heavy book.
His friends despised his withered hand, he couldn’t keep time in their covers band
Captain Roy was a fan of the arts, he was paralysed on safari by a poisonous dart.
A captains life is led at sea, a bowling accident had blown his knee
The answer to questions was always ‘perhaps’, his butt had fallen out in a strange prolapse.
Then one morning he didn’t awake, his airways blocked by a small sponge cake.
monkeytable:
This poem is about my good friend Captain Roy who tragically died in a baked goods related accident and suffered many mishaps that rhymed easily.