Buckingham Palace
London SW1A 1AA
Ahoy Proud Beauty!
Because you be me favorite Monarch, I wrote ye a poem.
“whar be the galley,
know ye barnacle-covered Skull & Scuppers,
be that galley, matey”
You be needin’ to carve that there poem into your royal scepter. Be warned, I be hankerin to steal ye treasure and seize all yer doubloons. Me dear ol mum, bless her black soul, tol me to come across buried trasure. know ye me mate, ol Rumpot.
How be t’ lads? I reckon we swill a pint or two of grog!
I be needin to have a bit of a lie down.
arrr,
Jeremy
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