Last Sail Burning
There was a fire on the pirate ship
Two parrots flew out like a whip
Returning they squabbled on deck
Feathers flew around—a shot!
The moon came out and drifted
With clouds moving to and fro
Bottles crashed and songs rose
The party continued all night
It was every man for himself
At sunrise a plank extended
The walker, blindfolded, landed
Head first on the ice—plunk!
It was a pirate ship, stuck
Bed of ice was all around
Middle of the lake
Far from the tropics
Lost and off course
They now burned
Their last sail
No wind
—Stuck!
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