No Nay Never do I tire of the bloodshed
tha boom of tha canons, clank of swords.
And never do I tire of tha booty we takes
when the king or queen’s vessel we boards.
I be as cutthroat as all our scurvy crew,
handy with a two pistols and dagger.
I’ve perfected many great grand cusses
and tha tippin gait of a pirate’s swagger
Never does I tire, nay, of Ole Edvard’s plank
and when he don’t give me me propers
I gives his big ears a timber shiverin yank.
A great grand time twas had by all
except for them sniveling Spainard dogs
the day we took their plenteous booty
and gutted em all like Christmas hogs.
I won’t too thrilled about them women
Ole Edvard brought aboard that day
I better not be catchin him in no clenches
with sultry, black eyed, naked wenches
Or I’ll cut his famous family jewels away!
I be peaceable enough in his cabin
when he plies me with Jamaican rum.
But even tho he be a scalawag rogue
he makes me squeal gettin tha dirty done.
Now on to more grand pirate adventure
while we fights the dark angry sea
And if Ole Capt. Edvard won’t let me
flog him for a bit of tawdry pleasure
Salty Walt surely will, ye see!
What a saucey, salty sea fairing wench she be, That Red headed vixen! What a grand pirate tale you've weaved here. Today I can't call you a lady?!(: Grand write, LaBelle!
These are great tales of the high sea!
I Love That Photo :)
May your flask never runeth empty of yer Jamacian Rum!!
Peace, Love & Poetry
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
Aye and tis nary a day goes by that Captain Fee don't think of thee and the night we made the two headed horse on the quarter deck of the Frisky Rover. Aye keep your eye peeled dear Lady of the Depths, I juss may take a mind to sail on down your way agin.
Remind me never to tick you off, Lady La Belle, or it's the plank, for sure! A rollicking adventure on the high seas ... had to laugh at,
" ... Never does I tire, nay, of Ole Edvard's plank
and when he don't give me me propers
I gives his big ears a timber shiverin yank ..." Bet you do. :) Well done, milady!
fun! if you ever need a damn fine cook on anyavoyage, i'm free -just beware my pen, none are safe from walking the plank of my midnight pen, except for you Belle -a banquet fit for a Pirate Queen any night of the week -yo ho ho etc, Cookie xx! (i have a poem, a littleditty Celtic handclapping poem, i grew up dancing!)
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I Love That Photo :)
May your flask never runeth empty of yer Jamacian Rum!!
Peace, Love & Poetry
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
flog him for a bit of tawdry pleasure
Salty Walt surely will, ye see!
I don't doubt that!!
Captain Fee
" ... Never does I tire, nay, of Ole Edvard's plank
and when he don't give me me propers
I gives his big ears a timber shiverin yank ..." Bet you do. :) Well done, milady!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Be always safe,
Karen
Ole Dog Captain Ed
Much gratitude for the fun Jamaican rum-soaked read:-)
Aberjhani
treat you good, ol' gene is waitin' in the wings.
Great image; great music; fantastic poem!!
Hugs,
Lance
Great. I felt like I was on the high seas with a pirate with a patch over his eyes. Very creative.
Mary
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D