The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Bro Version
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?'
The bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
Mayst hear the merry din.'
He holds him with his skinny hand,
"There was a ship," quoth he.
'Cool story, bro!', the one averred.
Eftsoons take leave did he.
With apologies to Coleridge...