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