WEEK SEVEN CONTENDERS: FRANK (2-0) vs NYCSPITZ (2-0) NYC WINS 3-2

[Frank]

The Ancient Mariner’s fantasized about a mythical creature, with an illustrious gleam,
The Pirates described these Monsters, with gusto, in that encompassing breeze
These men inside these boats bunkers believed in a monster that “disappeared with the Groupers”
Funnels could be seen where the creature tunneled into the depths: steering clear of the rumors…
The spearing of harpoons nearly wounded it, if it weren’t for its quickened ascent,
To a forbidden lagoon, it would’ve ended up in a fisherman’s net
The rippling effect sent the men rocking like those waves “that swallowed those bobbing”
The rescue attempt was lead by an ensemble of frolicking bottle nosed dolphin
There were a lot of watchmen flogging on those lonely nights: out on the South Pacific vignette
Since their wives couldn’t follow them, some swimmed to their death, filled with sorrow, drowning: drifting to bed
To the bottom of the ocean, where there skeletal remains were picked and then left for the coast to indulge
The ocean eroded their souls; crabs shimmied into their head and made homes of their skulls
Wet dreams floated their boats, motored there hulls: tugging at their emotions, barging in on them mentally
The Pirates Wives weren’t open to their blokes being with Mermaids and harbored on jealously
Armed with propeller feet that go with the flow, uncharted and ebbingly, treading water, the seven seas
The men rowed and rowed into the darkness of infidelity, lost in that part of the ocean

Where the sharks readily fed on their desires like a frenzy of chum
Fish swimming in and out of their eyelids, descending and sunk
There exoskeletons plunked & glided over the ocean floor becoming sediment crushed

Bodies washing up alongside the shorelines in treasure trunks, headless and stuffed

The Ancient Mariner spoke of a two faced Creature, with a feminist touch
The Pirates described them as “Cave Leechers” Energy vampires you embedded
Sucking the jelly out of their brain: until there head was a mush
Tentacles clang, severed and munched, on the testicles until they busted and the senses erupt
The creatures head was insane, it made retinas flush with endorphins, just like hundreds of dolphins
Propelling into the end of her cusps, entering the hole, like an embryo, without gender
It was just sex, it never was love
The Monster made men into a shell of their former selves, and then sucked up what was left of their husk
The Pirates Wives were warned of these tales, suspecting their husbands were venturing for lust
So, all of them sailed across the continent, just to see for themselves, and get this debunked
The salt in the sails, tethered to weather the rust, the assault and impalement, of the whales friendly adventurous hump
The Mermaids body, crawling and snailing across the deck in the sun, soft & scaling, gelatin
The suction of the extending cup gripping the deck, like fish on the hook
Its lips quivering wet, body slippery like a Snook, on the ridge of your foot
The ridge of her mouth was ribbed and webbed with uninhibited nooks
Plopping the monster into her mouth, like, dropping a Minnow into an intimate brook
The driftwood barnacles splintered into her and took awhile to pry
The sundial fried it like a shrimp in its hood, being boiled alive in the tide, her body sizzled and cooked
The Killer Puss made the Pirates “AY!” it squished and it squshed with briny thighs
It smelled like fins and guts and trimethylamine oxide, a bucket of trimmings and gook

The Ancient Mariner fantasized about their relationship from The Anglers side
He said he could’ve written a book from the cliff hangers through its anchoring eyes
The Mermaids caught them looking, making them flounder &&&&&& swivel about
The Women caught their attention like a jig in their mouth, pulling them in and ripping them out
Leaving their bodies minced & spouted for fish to spin-in and pounce
Bits of chow drifted into the Squids pouch and the squid spit it out for more fish to twist and devour
The legend of the beautiful women from the inlet towers, the galleon dipped in the shallows, perpendicular bounce
Gorgeous Exotic descriptive accounts, “Coral Aquatic” he said reminiscent about it
They nattered about the sea spray foam, while dipping their fountain pens
Into its ink and swilling it around, like Cephalopods do when there amidst vicious encounters
The Bombshells lured the Pirates in like two hundred n’ fifty pounders
Rigging there slits, The Fisherman’s mounted their rods in the South Pacific Sound

“Weigh Anchor and Hoist the Mizzen! Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!” said The Pirate lifting his brow
The clouds were, like three sheets in the wind: As the women found there men, in the abyss of the bow
”Another whiskey round!” Said the Mermaid, with its fin in its mouth & its flippers about
The conniving wives couldn’t get there sea legs, flipping out, throwing up sick in their mouth
Hurling insults: ”Hands off me booty! You Lilly Livered Wench! Scaly Wagged! Limbless Scoundrels”
Heave-HO! heave-HO! A message in the booby-trapped bottle, pulling their relationship down—
The flask of liquor with its last sipping ounce, had a scripture wound with ribbons—
Shiver me timbers!!! It read: “EAT MY PUSSY” PILLAGED AND BOUND!!!!!!

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The Ancient Mariner’s fantasized about a mythical creature, wit’ an illustrious gleam,
The Pirates described these Monsters, wit’ gusto, in that encompassin’ breeze
These men inside these boats bunkers believed in a monster that “disappeared wit’ the Groupers”
Funnels could be seen where the creature tunneled into the depths: steerin’ clear O’ the rumors…
The spearin’ o’ harpoons nearly wounded it, if it weren’t fer its quickened ascent,
T’ a forbidden lagoon, ‘twould’ve ended up in a fisherman’s net
The ripplin’ effect sent the men rockin’ like those waves “that swallowed those bobbing”
The rescue attempt was lead by an ensemble o’ frolickin’ bottle nosed dolphin
There were a lot o’ watchmen floggin’ on those lonely nights: out on the South Pacific vignette
Since their wives couldn’t follow ‘em, some swimmed t’ thar death, filled wit’ sorrow, drownin’: driftin’ t’ bed
To the bottom o’ the ocean, where thar skeletal remains we be picked and then left fer the coast t’ indulge
The ocean eroded thar souls; crabs shimmied into thar head n’ made homes of thar skulls
Wet dreams floated thar boats, motored thar hulls: tugging at thar emotions, barging in on ‘em mentally
The Pirates Wives weren’t open t’ thar blokes being wit’ Mermaids ‘n harbored on jealously
Armed wit’ propeller feet that go wit’ the flow, uncharted ‘n ebbingly, treading water, the seven seas
The men rowed ‘n rowed into the darkness o’ infidelity, lost in that part o’ the ocean

Where the sharks readily fed on their desires like a frenzy o’ chum
Fish swimming in ‘n out o’ their eyelids, descending ‘n sunk
Thar exoskeletons plunked & glided over the ocean floor becomin’ sediment crushed

Bodies washin’ up alongside the shorelines in treasure trunks, headless ‘n stuffed

The Ancient Mariner spoke O’ a two faced Creature, wit’ a feminist touch
The Pirates described em’ as “Cave Leechers” Energy vampires ye embedded
Suckin’ the jelly out O’ thar brain: ‘til thar head was a mush
Tentacles clang, severed ‘n munched, on the testicles ‘til they busted ‘n thar senses erupt
The creatures head was insane, it made retinas flush wit’ endorphins, jus’ like hundreds O’ dolphins
Propellin’ into the end o’ her cusps, entering yer hole, like an embryo, without gender
It was jus’ sex, it ne’er was love
The Monster made men into a shell O’ thar former selves, ‘n then sucked up wha’ was left O’ thar husk
The Pirates Wives were warned O’ these tales, suspectin’ thar husbands we be venturing fer lust
So, all O’ ‘em sailed across the continent, jus’ t’ see fer themselves, ‘n get this debunked
The salt in the sails, tethered t’ weather the rust, the assault ‘n impalement, O’ the whales’ friendly adventurous hump
The Mermaids body, crawlin’ ‘n snailin’ across the deck in the sun, soft ‘n scalin’, gelatin
The suction O’ the extendin’ cup grippin’ the deck, like fish on the hook
Its lips quiverin’ wet, body slippery like a Snook, on the ridge O’ yer foot
The ridge of her mouth was ribbed and webbed with uninhibited nooks
Ploppin’ the monster into her mouth, like, droppin’ a Minnow into an intimate brook
The driftwood barnacles splintered into her ‘n took awhile t’ pry
The sundial fried it like a shrimp in its hood, bein’ boiled alive in the tide, her body sizzled ‘n cooked
The Killer Puss made the Pirates “AY!”it squished ‘n it squshed wit’ briny thighs
It smelled like fins ‘n guts ‘n trimethylamine oxide, a bucket o’ trimmings ‘n gook

The Ancient Mariner fantasized about thar relationship from The Anglers side
He said he could’ve written a book from the cliff hangers through its anchorin’ eyes
The Mermaids caught em’ lookin’, makin’ ‘em flounder &&&&&& swivel about
The Women caught thar attention like a jig in thar mouth, pullin’ ‘em in ‘n rippin’ ‘em out
Leavin’ thar bodies minced & spouted fer fish t’ spin-in ‘n pounce
Bits O’ chow drifted into the Squids pouch ‘n the squid spit it out fer more fish t’ twist ‘n devour
The legend O’ the beautiful women from the inlet towers, the galleon dipped in the shallows, perpendicular bounce
Gorgeous Exotic descriptive accounts, “Coral Aquatic” he said reminiscent about it
They nattered about the sea spray foam, while dippin’ thar fountain pens
Into its ink ‘n swillin’ it around, like cephalopods do when there amidst vicious encounters
The Bombshells lured the Pirates in like two hundred n’ fifty pounders
Riggin’ thar slits, The Fisherman’s mounted thar rods in the South Pacific Sound

“Weigh Anchor ‘N Hoist the Mizzen! Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!” Said The Pirate liftin’ his brow
The clouds we be like three sheets in the wind: as the women found thar men in the abyss in the bow
”Another Whiskey round” Said the Mermaid, wit’ its fin in its mouth & its flippers about
The connivin’ wives couldn’t get thar sea legs, flippin’ out, throwin’ up sick in thar mouth
Hurlin’ insults: ”Hands off me booty! Ye Lilly Livered Wench! Scaly Wagged! Limbless Scoundrels!”
Heave-Ho! Heave-Ho! A message in the booby-trapped bottle, pullin’ thar relationship down—
A flask o’ liquor wit’ its last sip ‘n ounce, had a scripture wound up wit’ ribbons—
Shiver me timbers!!! It read: “EAT MY PUSSY” PILLAGED ‘N BOUND!!!!!!!

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