Captain Jack and The Wicked Wench

Captain Jack, his wicked wench and a black guy called Mr Black, decided to get rude and frolic out back down by the shack.

Heave ho me hearty as Captain Jack shot up the rear, no room for Mr Black he hardly shed a tear

Both hanging on for dear life as they rustled up the sheet and by then the crowd could hear them clear down the street.

After the rollicking was done..and they d had a few ales...the trio decided to shimmy shake their tails

So they set of to the tavern and went through the door high hope that they might frolic just a little more.

After knocking back a whisky, a beer and a rum Captain Jack said me hearties its time to feed my tum 

Mr Black said no I will pass on this, I think I will hit the sack and put his pistol back on the rack.

The wicked wench was not about to give it up at all and said to captain Jack...lets go have a ball

 So they did the wild thing with lots  of gusto and  a roar neither one giving up both wanting more and more.

Finally at daybreak just at the crack of dawn they heard the hollow sound of the ships horn,

Captain jack jumped of his trusty stead and headed to the dock, leaving the poor wench in a state of shock.

The wicked wench could hardly walk he had "rogered" her so well, and the ship left the port on a southerly swell.

The wicked wench and  Mr Black console themselves together, cos Captain Jack has gone away but hopefully not forever.

The moral of this story , Im sure you will understand, if not for Mr Black  the wench would use her hand.

Now Captain Jack is on the seven seas earning a buck or two or three...and at night he sits in his cabin and drinks a cup of tea.