A Chapter by Dave Brown



Captain Ahab feeling no pain

Set out pon the bounding main

To rolling sounds of the drum

And in the hold, caskets of rum


Tho the scurvy crew was raw

He headed his ship to Panama

There to pirate whatever he saw

From gold to valued scrimshaw


A Spanish merchant on the horizon

Surely would have the greatest prize in

He trimmed his sails for greatest speed

Soon to make the Spaniards bleed


“Har Har, me mates!” Ahab sang out

“It’ll soon be our pleasure

To bathe in the proceeds

Of Spanish treasure.”


So sure of the success of their run

They prematurely slammed down the rum

Until all lay plastered on the deck

And on a reef, ended a wreck


Ahab was the sole survivor

With salvaged rum still being a driver

And though his crew and ship did sink

Ahab was still able to enjoy a good drink

© 2021 Dave Brown

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Haha, I like this, Dave! Twas a funny poem, and I like how you told a story in poem form, that's kinda hard to do, and you made it rhyme, too!!! Thanks for sharing your thoughts and poetry with us, friend!

Kindly, Nix ❤️️

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Added on March 10, 2021
Last Updated on March 14, 2021

Mostly light Hearted


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Dave Brown

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