I am NOT ignoring the blog

Ol' Boot Joe and Bolo Dan
Henchin' the indigo Carra-Beeyan.
Dan counted fish while Joe hawked for land
Broadships a Hellship for a Tar Tallyman.
One eve in the foc'sle they hatched a fraught plan
Shinin their pistol like they's the cream boss iceman.
Dan tripped the john lock, lead hit the steel fan,
And shit down some sparks gone and lit the fry pan.
That good seasoned greasefire spit cross the gascan...
Hutch down the shutters, Boys, here comes the Sandman.