There was a place

Where there was no grace

It was a little island

That had much sand

On which to stand

Walking, one would need a hand

Yes, the place was called go slow

One’s feet were always sinking below

Eyes watering when the wind blows

As sand would formed a cloud

Made it hard to find the road

It was poor, few plants could grow

No worrying about grass to mow

Who was living there?

A very good question

Just a few Buccaneers,

During the days of their era,

They used to stored things there,

The island was small and pretty bare,

The leader was called: Slade,

There were four others,

Namely: Stone Face,

Rob Take,

Long Blade,

and Merciful,

Merciful, being a man of mercy,

He alone saved during a storm

That swept over the island,

One ugly night of no peace,

Until the storm had ceased

But, was there such a place

Where there was no grace

Who wants to go to that place

Let us all wait and see