AAARRRRRRHHHH – for contest
‘Twas a cold dark night
Winds freshing from the Nor’east
Sheets rippling in the October wind.
Approaching the dimly lit prize
Visions of “booty”, treasure to be ours.
Challengedby the sentry’s: “Who goes there?”
“I’m a Pirate!!” sez I
“Where are your Buccaneers?” sez he.
“Under me “Buccan’at” sez I.
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015
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