A Pyrate Moon
Sky ,like a starry sheet where some shoot and others dont,
Sea, dark with small waves breaking on island sand,
Ship, large and swift with wooden beams creaking.
Flag, aloft looking for the wind to furl and display,
Rum, that dark banana liguid tasting so good,
Yo, Ho ho, we sing when drunk ,
we dont live like tonsured monk.
A life at sea neath a starry sky,
no one to mourn when we die.
Yo ho ho furl the sails and go.
© Andrew McIntyre 13/02/2015.
Copyright © Andrew Mcintyre | Year Posted 2015
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