James Norrington; Troublesome Indeed.

I waltzed down that furry old street.
"Oh look, the Baker closed his shop."
Continuing on I noticed that the street was barenaked.
Not a single soul in sight!
"Oh no, what could be the cause of this?"
Twas then that I chanced upon a crumpled piece of paper.
I thought it odd and opened it up.
"Counselor James Norrington will ride through these streets on the noon of St. Mary's Day."
No wonder the streets are empty;
they all quake in their shoes behind closed doors!
*Clip-Clop-Clip-Clop*
"Good graciousness, here they are now!"
*Stumble, slip, tumble, clip*
"To late now, hide behind a barrel!"
No barrels, it was just my luck.
"A potato sack, just what I need!"
"Bum Joe, you already seized this hiding place?"
*Hop, Sprint, Scramble*
"There we go, a hole!"
"Billy Bob, why must you always be the first?"
*Run, Run, Run*
"A rope, I'll climb it and escape there sight."
*Snap, Tumble*
"My bum, oh how it wails at me in fury."
*Tip-Toe, Ease Along*
"Maybe if I hide behind this door..."
"Blemmy Cook, I oughta strangle you."
*Sniffle*
Now I will perish under the hooves of his horses."
*Glance Backwards*
"Oh, Uhh..."
*Sigh*
"They've already come and gone."
"Ohoho, the sillyness of me."