More Pirate Poetry

Everyone loves an eccentric wise Pirate

With his pirates swagger

As he sharpens his cutlass on a cuttlefish bone

And his parrot sings of the sea

In a raucous belligerent tone

The crew dancing on a dead man’s chest

Stolen in the dark of night

From its hidden place of rest . . .

Pieces of eight

Gold doubloons

And glinting silver coins

Slipping through the crews fingers

Mistrust brewing through their desire and greed

The eccentric pirate captain and the parrot

Watching and chewing caraway seed

Be gone me hearties

He shouts with his cutlass drawn

Greed will destroy ye all

Like a poison thorn

And with that he throws the chest

Into the sea and says

I be ye greatest Pirate Captain

There will ever be

Because while on my ship all the crew

Are treated equally

HAR HAR HAR

Now where be the rum.

And who

Is going to dive in to recover that chest

Tom the cabin boy ye say

Well give him a cannonball

To help him on his way

HAR

Whats that you say Skippy

Tom can’t swim

DAMN

This by the way is what happens when you choose to strim the grass at the side of the drive within view of a few cows. Cows are like cats, give them a cardboard box and they will get in it