Pirate Priorities
There was an old pirate named Greg
Who found a big hole in his keg
With no time remaining
And rum quickly draining
He plugged it with his wooden leg
Now, normally Greg would not balk
But this placed a limp in his walk
Yet each one of his mates
Felt it planned by the fates
That both ship and captain ... should rock.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Pirate Them,ed Limerick" Poetry Contest, Tania Kitchin, Judge & Sponsor.
(Syllables = 8,8,6,6,8 X 2, counted at HowManySyllables.com)
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