A Pirate’s Life – A Poem

Scurvy, curvy and flea bitten that be KKKrazy Kristian, it be those chickens ye be knowin’!

Tales from the mind of Kristian

Well, It’s a bit late, but I have finally risen to the challenge set by Rory, A Guy Called Bloke, to write something about a Pirate in honour of International Talk Like a Pirate Day.

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So here is my poem about A Pirate’s Life.

They say a pirate’s life is great,

But let me tell you, my shipmate,

That’s it not a jot

As great a lot

As some would say, of late.

Oh, there’s plenty a’ rum, that true,

But you have to share with the crew,

And we they all reek and smell,

It’s like living in hell,

It’s not worth the gold you accrue.

No, Tis a terrible life despite,

All the spoils that come in a fight,

So, I couldn’t care less,

It was under duress,

That I became a pirate that night.

As I sail these seven seas,

Wi’ me pants…

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