Stowaway
'Cast the line and open 'er sail!'
The swag Pirate Cap'n Bogart did hail
We'd made wit' the looty
Aye, what a booty!
T'was to open seas fer us w'out fail
'Argh! We be chased! All men make haste!'
Bogart grabbed 'de wheel and about faced
We slipped and slid cross deck and bow
Doing our best to stay upright but how
'Oi grabbed at some rope, tried to keep hope
The life 'o a pirate is truly no joke
Being a lady, 'oi be pretty shady
Snuck in claiming me name was O'Brady
Now 'oi could only pray 'oid live thru the day
That none 'o the blokes looked too close me way
'Oid gave up me skirt for a life 'o hard work
Neath me nails 'oi 'ad a gallon 'o dirt
'Blimey, O'Brady, yar ain't no lady!
Get up that sail 'for 'oi make yar me gravy!'
Bogart 'ollered at me from above
Me pirate cap'n, 'e is me true love
Aye, Cap'n, me 'ollars, voice really gruff
Flung back 'dem ropes, pulled wit' a huff
No way 'oid let 'dem boys gives me a sneer
Meet th' ropes end or 'oil be buccaneer
Me love, Cap'n Bogart thinks me a man
E's no oi'dea 'o me secret plan
'Oil be mixin' me potion 'o love fer 'is rum
'Den once 'e drinks it, 'oil show 'im me bum!
(For partial glossary of pirate-a-nese, see Lish's poem, the author of this challenge.... 'Oil be taggin' 'er in comments and it be on 'er profile!)