Pirates Booty

I’m going to sea in a blueberry boat my only concern is…..if it will float down the quick stream ……into the moat The sea is skim milk….don’t ask me why a cheerio sun hangs high in the sky and rock dwelling Skittles can’t fly…..but they try. That tyrannical pirate….the Captain of Crunch uses sugar and honey to urge his wild bunch to stay in their seats…..raging seas afore lunch. Thus with a slurping…… an eddying gulp in the maw of a monster…..chewed to a pulp I flow with the surge heading straight to the gulf. ©9.13/2019 Welcome to my random world Poetry Contest Nina Parmenter sponsor