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DRUNK PIRATES DON'T DO POETRY

Who be th' stenchin' verminous Horsman 
what hollers t' th' seafarin' oarsmen 
when th' mind's a-fog
where we fest th' grog 
why be d'mandin' pennin's of  bay men 

***All errors are intentional and used merely to facilitate pirate speak.  




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The Modern Pirates Life

Out apon the sea.
Its hard to catch some relife.
Or find some time to set willy free.

It's a priates life no need to back your 
bags.
Just grab a pint.
When in port avoid the sea hags.

Swab the decks and please if 
ya gotta puke lean over the side.
Be a good little sea bandit
or you'll be learning were Davey Jones does 
reside.


We got fish for breakfest supper and lunch.
Can somone please help the captain.
ya know with a hook for a hand its easy to
get your pants in a bunch.

I gotta walk  the plank  again ?
Hey it's really rude sticking me with that knife.
It sure would be nice if we put this ship in the water.
Do more than drinking and dreaming of the pirates life.

I really dont trust a captian with a poodle.
It really gets old being harrased.
And cleaning up fee fee's doodle

Dont let Larry steer.
After the tenth time  it gets old.
running a ground to go fetch a beer.

No sir I dont belive we'll run into the loch ness monster
off the jersey shore.
No I dont belive the worlds flat.
And I dont care if the five year old first mate swore.

The crows nesk is a perfect place to hide from your
wife.
Were heading  the wrong way check the gps.
Yes I really cant take this pirates life.

Yes captian I really doubt A mermaid stole 
all the rum.
What's the catch of the day?
Sea monster sure I'll have some.

The captian is crabby and it's time for the
first mates nap.
The cook isnt crying cause he's choppin onions 
Its cause he finished the briges of Madison County
yes he's a bit of a sap.

It's probaly not best to duel with a butter knife.
As we set sail yes mam we''ll have the first mate 
back befor sundown.
It's kinda messed up living this modern pirates life.


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PASTA, PASTA, EVERYWHERE

Oh, vermicelli, rigatoni!
Lost on a sea of minestrone. 
The sea beneath my feet,
And nothing else to eat,                     
I live on cheese and macaroni.


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A Whale of a Tale

When the call of the Lord came to Jonah,
“set out for the great land of Nineveh!”
he was angry inside,
and decided to hide,
on a Tarshish bound ship leaving Joppa.

Then the Lord sent a great wind on the sea,
ne’er a more violent storm could there be,
there on destiny’s brink,
the ship threatened to sink,
while, old Jonah, was below deck asleep.

Surely, each sailor’s heart fainted with fear,
as the ship they were unable to steer.
“Wake up, Jonah!”  they cried,
“get thee quickly topside,
and fervently beg your God to draw near!”

Now, Jonah knew that this storm was for him,
as in his heart he remembered his sin,
he thought he was sunk,
when they gave him the dunk,
and had to choose whether to sink or to swim.

As soon as Jonah met up with the ocean,
Both the winds and the waves ceased commotion,
then along came a whale,
and old Jonah grew pale,
as it swallowed him up in one motion!

Three long days in that big fish he stayed,
vowing never again would he stray,
relieved not to be dead,
and with kelp on his head,
onto dry land, our dear Jonah was sprayed!

Please, allow me, now this moral to mention,
that when the Lord God gives thee direction,
you must not delay,
set out right away,
His good judgment you must never question.

Should by chance, you hear God’s voice compelling,
“ head thee out to Bangladesh or New Delhi,”
best get on the right boat,
and pray that it floats,
lest you end up kelp covered and smelly!


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Chilling on the Coast

Life is pleasant on the Atlantic coast
Fishing is surely what I enjoy most
     Songs of gulls surrounding me
     Colorful shells line the sea
And of my exploits I feel I must boast

The breeze is refreshing as winds pick up
I cast out hoping for something to sup
     Though the tides aren’t moving
     I am always still grooving
Then with a smile I spy a fish close up

It’s just a tiny minnow swimming past
Oh yes, he’s small, but he might be the last
     So I reach down with my net
     He splashes and gets me wet
On a summer day I have chilled out fast



*Entry for Yasmin’s “Letting Your Hair Down” contest by Carolyn Devonshire.  Written 6/19/2012
     


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The young man from Dover

There was a young man lived in Dover
And he was the son of a rover
He fell into the sea
Cause clumsy was he
A shark came and it was all over.


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Scuba King

I had all my equipment checked.
Everything was laid out on deck.
We were suited for game.
By the time drop off came 
my nerves were totally a wreck.

I went down to the deep blue sea
to see what the sea would show me.
Got the scare of my life,
a fish big as my wife,
and the show in the sea was me.

Back on board I dared any to say
what went on in the sea that day.
Yes, my wife will attest.
She cleaned it her best,
but that suit, the smell won't go way.

May 25 2011 for Carolyn's contest


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Jack's Pact

Jack's Pact


There once was a pirate named Jack,
Who struck with the devil a pact.
But when his accord
He could not afford
The devil took Jack and his pack!

The moral of Jack and his pack
Is clear: Give the devil No pact!
If you can't afford 
To strike an accord
Hold fast what you have--not your lack!

deborah burch©
05/08/2012


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Hardy by Name, Hardy by War

In History, Nelson fought the Spanish
This powerful Armada did vanish
My ancestor was in thrall
Kismet Hardy had a ball
No invasion, the infidels, banished


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Yarns of a Seafaress

Hemingway’s famous “Old Man and the Sea”
Simply couldn’t hold a candle to me
     I caught Ahab’s great white whale
     Did some surfing on his tail
Made him jump through hoops ‘fore I set him free

In Scotland I gave Nessie a big scare
As with my huge net, the beast I did snare
     I held on as Nessie tugged
     Then set her free as I shrugged
To tell the truth, Nessie hadn’t a prayer

And now I’ve set my sights on the Kraken
Oh yes, I’m more than a fishing bumpkin
     And so for Norway I sail
     To prove women aren’t frail
This giant squid is simply a munchkin
 .


Written for Susan’s “Ridiculous Self-Exaggerations” contest
*Last line is the metaphor


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Limerick: Once an-Other Anchor-Woman at Sea Anne-Anne

Limerick: Once an-Other Anchor-Woman at Sea Anne-Anne

Once an’ Anchor-Woman at Sea Anne-Anne
Slipped tongue into a Black Hole’s butt end
She came out Parallel
In multi-Verse pell-mell
Now she reads sweN at aeS (Ace) ennA-N*.

•	For the general knowledge of readers of this limerick, humble clarifications are offered here. The capital letters: A, H, I, M, N, O, T, U, V, W, X, and Y are used without any visible change in the alphabet of our own Parallel Universe where – as everybody knows – Time regresses from Future to Past, i.e., e.g. say, from being “well-satiated” to being “hungry” and back forth. Here, even though “N” is written as “N”, the pronunciation is unwaveringly: “nE”. For more detailed explanations regarding the rules of prosody in our Parallel Uni-Verse, s’il vous plait, address your queries to Yours Truly at his address in Multi-Verse.
                                                 Merci Beaucoup!

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013


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To Patrick, I thank

When I was just a little boy
Aged seven I had so much joy
In Commander Job I was so fond
He was Ian Fleming's James Bond
A war hero, he's the real McCoy






* When I was seven years old, I had the privilage of staying with
   Patrick Dalzel-Job, feel free to copy and paste his link *

   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


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Limerick: Once Anchor-Woman at Sea Anne-Anne

Limerick : Once Anchor-Woman at Sea Anne-Anne

Once Anchor-Woman at Sea Anne-Anne
Called Main-Chain-In-Vain-Gain-Mane-Rain-Van
Pulled anchor, lost finger
Put in place cucumber
Now sucks lost finger to spew news ban.


©  T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013


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A Seagull Named Steve

A Seagull Named Steve

This seagull flew by and sat a bit
Ordered tequila from  a wine glass sipped.

Dressed in bright yellow
Such a delight social fellow,

Conversation made easy
In beach sands breezy.

A Jonathon   Living indeed
Spreading his light giving sea diving seeds.

At first to me, a dive he did make
Up to the sun in restoration with me he did take.

In buttons of coco bean seed
I find my self hand in hand with he I need.

Washed away my blues
Into happiness hues
Of bright orange and yellow.

Across the ocean in search of loves notion
Conjured a passion sea foam potion

Potentate hurricane insane commotion.

But swirl in heavens bright blue skies
In the night full moon we did fly.

For a need for both fulfillment deep
Never to be forgotten not even in sleep.

As quickly he came this seagull named Steve
From no love forever to maybe make me believe.


But try I did truly beg him not to leave
My Jonathan  Living seagull named Steve.

Yet he is gone to other seagull endeavors
Living his life among castles of pleasures.

Me
He did not leave
For in my heart
He created I think
A new start.


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Limerick: Once an Anchor Woman at Sea Anne-Anne

Limerick: Once an Anchor Woman at Sea Anne-Anne

Once an Anchor Woman at Sea Anne-Anne
Interviewed OFPRA* doing Can-Can
She said: Will you?
OF said: You, too!
And they rowed off in a rude bed-pan.

•	Office français pour la Protection des réfugiés
 et d’apatrides (French Office for the Protection 
of Refugees and Stateless Persons)

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013


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Jeckyll Island

There once was a boy from Jeckyll Island Sound
He roamed the beach and in the sand he found
A sea shell, a snorkel
A buried grand paw and a shovel
Adventure awaits in the sand mound.


For the sea tale limerick contest!!
~~~Ninth place win in the contest!!~~~~


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Another Sailor's Tail Tale

They paddled till we reached the shore
Where I set them free to explore
Then back to the sea
This sailor did flee
They’ll not paddle me anymore


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selfish oceans

seas always selfish as can be she collects the light of the moon as waters fee darkened no waves find the shore she is saddened inside her core goddess released a moon beam ray for them to see


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Aquatic Version 2

Zanthalous was one time his name On the shores where his parents dwelt Endings came with the hurricane April storms ravaged his pelt Under stormy seas he was swept Going south even as he slept Until the icy lands Shoals above rock sands This sea's fish he came to accept Alone so long, he finally saw them New Mates. For this, by the bull he was condemned One male attacked him Rushed, and lost a limb Made Zanthalous king in land by sea hemmed And so ends the tale of the Finn-like Sea Lion None else so well follows the path of Orion


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A Drunken Tale

Over lips and through da gums
Hooked minno is going down some
Depth by depth there she sinks
Hooked a dam dogfish oh how that stinks
Pulled anchor and now drowning in rum




Tribute To Fishing
Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Sea Tale Limericks
GL All


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SKIMPY-WIMPY SEA LION

Skimpy-wimpy sea lion, too afraid of the wild and hungry cat,
ran the quickest marathon, to crash into an enormous, drowsy elephant!
Before that incident, he happily danced...thinking he was in a parade;
oh, he liked to play under the gushing, splashing cascade;
and skimpy-wimpy sea lion, always had one keck of a good time getting wet!



Entered in Carolyn Devonshire's contest, " Sea tales Limericks "


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Baubles, Bangles, And Nose Bleeds

You Quiz-puzzlers out there,
I hope you take care,
And don't sucumb to high blood pressure,
Please don't implode like the good sub, U.S.S. Thresher,
So take it in stride,
With the answers I do hide,
And you'll wake up all that much fresher