There's trouble afloat There's danger at sea A group of foul pirates And they grow hungry They seek out a pastry One stuffed to the gills These crusty old sea-dogs Want crust for their ills Where could they find Such a sumptuous treat? With apples or cherry Or cream oh so sweet? They need a direction A map to a tart Diagram dolce They need a ...

It’s a bit Scary. But when you’re Ginger and Sporty, some Posh people can act like a Baby. All I know is that if you wanted to be their lover, you’d have to get with their friends. Just don’t be bland, you have to add a little seasoning or. . .

Arr, matey, I hide one orb, ye see, To ward off the glare o' the deep blue sea. What be this cloth that sails with me?

REDACTED into action? REDACTED in my step? No REDACTED chicken?? REDACTED fever?

How Wesley said I love you to Buttercup.