A poem of pirate. Tis sad. This will teach u how to deal with wish givers

To my dearly beloved.
I mourn cause I found a treasure of all treasures.
A lamp. From the lost lands of the far south.
How good I thought as it was made of the finest gold
Though as I held it with me on my journeys not once did I open it.
I sailed the seven seas with my crew but my lamp stayed in my quarters.
Why should I open it I thought? Finally one day my thirst could not be parched.
For I had drank salt water which would wash out with normal water.
What I needed was rum but I mourn as I had none.
I saw my lamp perched on my shelf.
I figured there might be some in there.
Surly the ancients who made this lamp knew of rum.
As I cracked it open a creature came out.
He offered me three wishes, he did.
I figured that was better than rum
So I wished for rum.
And a bottle of rum crashed on my head.
Angry I stood up. Wiser now to this arrogant monster.
I wished for bottle of rum in my hand.
Forgetting that my right hand was a hook the rum popped in it and fell to the ground.
Then I thought of a cunning wish.
I wished my hand was like the other hand.
He made my normal hand a hook too.
So I say. Life’s hard with a two hooks as hands.
Gave up I suppose. Nothing to lose except my two hook hands.
By Timmy Two Hook

(actually by Dinkis Kong)