Pyrate Poem

Uuuuum A poem about Pirates ???????

The Pyrates are dead.

Their bones laid to rest.

A Buccaneer wind still chases the sun to the west.

 

Some sailed for their King.

Under a letter of marquee

A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

From a man made a shark.

 

Other poor souls.

Hungry .

Bereft of hope.

Could live a jolly life.

That ended hanging from a rope

 

Rackham, Bartholomew, Morgan and Teach.

Had the fat merchants.

Afraid to leave the beach.

 

Now, the cannon lay silent.

The cutlass is dull.

Proud ships now rotting with a splintered hull.

 

We see them on TV.

Or on the Vegas strip.

Fake beards, plastic swords and a cardboard ship.

 

But there are those still.

Where that streak runs deep.

Just a little push and you know they would leap.

 

They stand on the shore.

They take a sip of rum.

Listen to that wind whisper

“Aye, Will ye come ?”

Author's Note

lemme have it !!! I can take it ! LOL

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

Cool--like 'call of the wild', only for pirates. It calls for men gifted with hearts set on lust, bloodshed and conquest, and no respect for the established laws of the land . . . I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted myself--just a bit ;)