That's right Cap't Deb....humor is therapy of the highest order and very important for the healing process and general well being for all human beings, and probably some other species too. That being said, I'd like to take a moment to toot my own horn and re-run one of my own personal favorite poems/song (ya gotta make up your own tune!) that is buried deep on this thread. This is dedicated to all of the newbies, who appreciate Pirate humor and haven't been up to reading the whole darn thing.
The Scene: This takes place on the Lido deck of the Goode Ship Princess Batty Wench. The full moon is rising, big and fat and yellow in the summer night. The breezes are soft, but enough to fill out the sails and, even the half-deaf can hear the gentle flapping of the lines and the sometimes gentle squawking of our parrot (ummm, did we ever name that parrot, by the way?). Someone (was it Laz?)is playing a mournful tune on his beat-up old squeezebox. The stars are filling the sky with twinkling light. The full moon hasn't yet dampened their considerable beauty. A few lanterns are lit, their soft glow filling in some of the dark corners with warmth. But, even in this perfect night and perfect setting, things just weren't right. Some of the crew had heard, in the port o'call we'd just left, that Pirates just weren't taking all of this cursed medical stuff Seriously. Just too much frivolity and bantering about, and that just wasn't Proper. Humor as a common bond, a source of pleasure, a way to diffuse some of the stress of life-changing events hadn't been taken into account and the crew was bummed out, as it were. They are passing around the grog, muttering and grumbling, the beauty of the summer night being forgotten as the wenches and scallywags began to sink into their own little island of despair. And the PBW will
never drop anchor at that island. Wench Sue looks around at her crew mates, a tear in her eye, and decides that This Won't Do!. She gets up and stands before her down-trodden crew mates. She says bravely, "Okay, you mangy, flea-bitten dogs of the seven seas, listen up!**
And....action!*Lights dim, spotlight shines on Sue. Someone from stage right throws her a top hat and cane*
So what good’s a tumor
If ya can’t use some humor,
To get ya through the day or the night?
We use a little laughter
A smile is what we’re after,
To make everything seem all right.
We have a cyber Pirate Ship
And in her we can take a trip,
And visit every beach and cove in sight.
Our crew is just the keenest,
Our Captain is the meanest
To cross her brings a hell of a fight.
So what good’s a tumor
If ya can’t use some humor
And sing silly songs such as this?
I’ll tell ya what we’d do…
We’d just sit and stew…
And think of all the fun we would miss.
Everybody!! *Wenches and scallywags join Sue for final chorus*
So what good’s a tumor
If ya can’t use some humor,
Ta get you through the day or the night?
We use a little laughter
A smile is what we’re after,
To make everythiiiiinng seeeeeeem all riiiiiiiiiiiight!
**And if it didn't happen quite like that, it sure should have!!
Sue in Vancouver, USA
