My contribution to anniversary poetry...
Darkness Falls Across The POTCO Land, Jolly Rogers Hour Is Close At Hand.
Creatures Crawl In Search Of Blood To Terrorize Port Royal
And Whosoever Shall Be Found Without The Soul For Getting Down
Must Stand And Face Jolly Rogers Fiends, And Rot Inside A Corpse's Shell.
The Foulest Stench Is In The Air The Funk Of One Whole POTCO Year!
And Grizzly Ghouls From Every Tomb Are Closing In To Seal Your Doom
And Though You Fight To Stay Alive Your Body Starts To Shiver
For No Mere Mortal Can Resist The Evil Of... POTCO Glitches LOL
