Do Not Make Fun of Pirate King
That’s the pirate KING!
I started laughing, as arrows began to zing.
One hit me in the neck with a ding-a-ling-ding.
I guess you don’t make fun of the pirate king.
But he is a small kitten, I sang in a sing.
He is just a tabby, a baby, a tiny young thing.
I was clobbered over the head with a hammer that had a ring.
I guess you don’t make fun of the pirate king.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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