On a recent photo shoot

Out on the bounding main

He wondered what to contribute

In a world grown quite insane

The captain worked him to the bones

This ill fated actor out on loan

Always one for the best costume

In every position he assumes

I think he got this part just right

At least when he comes out at night

Lead part in Davey Jones’ locker

Electrified like a penitent rocker

He’d given up the ghost of romance

For whiskey, a rum and one more chance