i stumble down the harbor to the tavern on the square
and heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
from some foul inebriates
the men i used to call my mates
were lost in song and this is what they sang—they sang:

"hey, hi, yo, ho
o'er the atlantic we go
drinking 'til we all get sick
and comin' up with limericks
but we never quite remember how they end"

crimsoncosplays:

woops, my ear is gonna be kinda purple too

but my hair is gonna be super awesome.

I’m thinking about going reddish soon!