A Bucketful of Misfits
A bucketful of misfits
that is what we were
Traveling in pirate seas
Waiting for our chances
To stop hitting each other
We had swords and axes
And we were not afraid to use them
Some did not make it
The ones who did were the
most aggressive
By the time we arrived to
treasure island I was the only
one left. The truest bluest
misfit of all. Aargh!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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