Chippy The Sailor

A true story about someone I'd met for the first time.

Chippy The Sailor

 

 

Chippy was this powder-keg fool,

Who mandated kinfolk rude often.

Depositing him in-a foul cesspool,

Ranting blatant repugnant jargon.

 

I had observed one-day from afar,

He’d tried to move this little trailer.

Sniping growls were really bizarre,

Manifesting into a mutinous sailor!

 

Perfectly acing one loopy-do thud,

Angering discourse pointed south.

He’d fallen into some sludgy-mud,

Spewing his vilest profane mouth!

 

As Old-Salt kicked around madly,

He’d blown his shoes off bolting!

Wildly roaring like a grizzly bear,

His arms flailed in tempo jolting!

 

Spinning feet tore-in fresh ground,

Gesturing a bald-wheeled tractor.

Brazenly, and very tightly-wound,

Plundering his true selfish rapture!

 

His mother lent a gracious hand,

Chippy swore back but to annoy!

No time flat, she’d taken a stand,

Oh shut-up you lippy biscuit-boy!

 

Furled brows marooned appeared,

Picaroon knew he had dug his pit!

Forbidden escape alas he’d sneer,

The mizzen bound him the culprit!

 

Boatswain law judged foolhardy,

His mouth froze a frightful-clam!

She foiled a rowdy pirate-beastly,

Uttered her set belaying program.

 

Threats had shaken cad-buccaneer,

Feisty ocean-waves finally settled.

I crossed this wacky weird-frontier,

A swashbuckler once had-meddled!

 

 

Dec-15-2011 by Quilled_Penman©Glen King