I See None of Them
The ship in the bottle grew pirates and more.
I noticed it one day on my way home from the store.
With pointed lances, they made each other walk the plank.
I could barely wait to tell my best friend name of Hank.
He ran right over to see what I saw on a daily basis now.
I see none of them, he stated, watching the brow.
Are you serious? I yelped as one stuck me in the eye.
With a lance that he had hand carved. What a mean guy!
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