On foreign land.
The captain stumbles in,
Instantly detecting the strange stench of greasy food.
No escape from it if he stays.
Home of the Big Mac.
Side of fries.
A large Coke to wash everything down.
The pirate captain out of his element,
Yearning for swigs of intoxication.
His eyes widen with surprise,
Seeing a tea party coming together.
A hare, a dormouse, a plump pair of twins
Entering with cups and pots,
Preparing a long table.
“Have I already had too much to drink,” Sparrow wonders.
The Mad Hatter invites him to join.
Requesting a stiff drink.
MH laughs with mad delight.
“None of that here.
Nothing but special varieties of Alice Tea.”
Grumpy Captain Jack Sparrow
Sips tea in disgust,
“Why is the rum always gone?”