Not my real name.
A towering, powerful ship;
Its commander was named for his grip.
Out the hatchway he stepped,
Down a ladder he leapt,
On history's most famous trip.
This man was once forced to confess
To a case of illicit caress.
It would not have been solved
If it hadn't involved
His address and a dress and a mess.
A strange little man with long nose
Causes havoc wherever he goes.
He once was a slave
Until somebody gave
Him a dirty old piece of his hose.
A powerful man who looked tired
Once made all the people quite ired.
He plotted a crime,
Didn't hide it in time,
And then quit to avoid being fired.
A diminutive man who could move
Wrote songs that made everyone groove.
He loved things in purple
There's no rhyme for purple
And with ladies he was super smoove.
There once was a maiden so fair,
When she sang, no one else could compare.
She spent time beyond measure
In a cavern of treasure,
Running a fork through her hair.
A diminutive chap from the west
Was invited to go on a quest.
When he got in a bind,
He escaped with his mind,
'cos his riddling skills were the best.
The orchestra played, and oh, how I danced!
All my attendants were fully entranced.
Now it's all over, but still I await
That which is fitting to decide my fate.
A mischievous imp, or what a pan mender rings.
The more dishonest I am, the nosier I get.
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