Pork Chop the Pirate's Cook

Pork Chop, the pirate's cook, sat in the galley, stowed the salt pork and kept a tally. Thoughts filled his head of an Apple Torte, as the ship weighed anchor and eased out of port. Pork Chop was a hefty man, he really liked his food, when it came to eating he was always in the mood. He was also good at cooking, the best Mad Jack had found, used a sail for an apron 'cause he was ten hands 'round. Chop's real name was Roger, an Innkeeper by trade, known throughout the moors for the delicious pies he made. Tho' now the Lord was after him, he was on the run, because the Lady M....., oy, sorry, had given him a son. Pork Chop hitched a boat to Ireland, went to County Cork, that's where Mad Jack found him, frying up some pork. Cap'n said: "My crew's got scurvy from eating rotten swill." Chop said:  "That's no problem this green fruit will fit the bill." Chop gathered fresh killed meat and some funny little fruits, ambled aboard the Gypsy Queen wearing brand new boots. Black flags with bones greeted him, to tease him for his girth, Roger didn't mind, he was jolly, full of mirth. Roger Bacon put his pie down, he didn't smoke a pipe. The pub crowd wasn't wondering was it veal or tripe. "He had the same name as me, I tell it just for fun. By the way mates, Have you ever met my son?" Written January 3rd, 2002 © on Jan 03 2002 06:24 AM PST   0 • 14