Captain Cook

So the word is out In most of the Pacific places Captain Cook sailed to on his voyages Local laws and customs were broken And he was lucky to not be killed For these offences by the local people But he was a great navigator who knew Where he was on the planet At all times in his voyages When his luck ran out on Hawaii When the natives killed him in a property dispute And his men had to leave his body The natives took his body And boiled it down for his bones But they returned his hands and his buttocks To his shipmates to honour him So what was left of Cook was buried at sea As was fitting for the great sailor and navigator that he was. © Paul Warren Poetry