Puddles and Pirates
I can't play marbles in the rain -
Or even spin my top.
My skates will not roll in puddles,
And it's too wet to hop.
Ah, but I can be a pirate,
And I can float my boat
Up the river from New Orleans
In my hurricane coat.
Look yonder off the starboard side.
Some say it's just tadpoles.
But I know sharks when I see sharks -
I pity some sad souls.
I see a frigate northward bound
Gold laden, riding low.
I order all strip for action -
We'll take her with one blow,
I hear a call from the galley.
Noon meal is getting cold.
Golden frigate will have to wait
The cook is sounding bold.
I note position of the prize,
And mark it on my map.
I'll take it after my noon meal -
And maybe after nap.
6-19-18
Foe Caren Krutsinger's contest Pure Childlike Fun and Enthusiasm
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