Come hither all you pirates of dread,
let dueling commence in a shiny new thread.

Dear people, please dust off your insult poking sticks.
Am I the only one to duel? You must throw yourself in the mix.

I shall stand here waiting patiently, eating Jacobs cream crackers.
Come fight with me - so I can send you to the knackers.

Tis time we cleaned the starch from this community's pants.
Come dear on fellows - will you join the merry dance?

Here's to the man in the spandex on jog,
here's to the one, the only Michtymog!

per'aps not the best of couplet...just wanted to adress before I forget.

Santa is coming - the portly assassin of mince pies and dread.
He shall visit via your chimney and bestow a gift of hot lead.

Behold everyone, I tap the door knocker,
To bring this place back from Davy Jones' locker.

Heroic couplets go ahead and be damned,
Two lines it is to stay jarethshair's hand.

Chaucer would turn in his grave,
This aborted couplet save,
Perhaps this Pirate should should admit his shame,
His Heroic Couplets are to blame.

You, up that mast!
You, man the rollocks.
If you don't do what I say,
I'll cut off your bollocks

Wake from your slumber and pick up your sword,
I feel like Genghis ready to ravish a horde.