Captain's Condition

Tropical shores rarely see explosions by their waters Being places of tranquility, peace and love Captain sank his ship between two islands Paradise opened up a hole on the horizon A condition, a catastrophe brought on By the lunatic in charge of pirate lives Canon aimed down on center deck and fired Floor board’s splintered The boat went down just like a rock Crew knew too well their leaders mental state More than an argh could save the day Mutiny was out of the question Boat was gone, down and wet Their mad man ordered them to dance on water To drink rum and shave their faces clean Pirates are preoccupied however Not with orders to be obeyed Such absurdities will have to wait When swimming from the sharks afraid Beneath the pretty tropic waves