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The Pirates Lament

[Contains - for effect - deliberate miss-spelling
and bad grammar]

That old pirate cave was a tourist attraction
The guide was in period dress
In old pirate garb and a well practiced script
This tale he would tell to impress…

               *

“Rob ‘The Rum’ was often glum
It’s how the grog would make him
And spiteful too, with things he’d do
And kids would go home shaking

He’d scare with ‘pirate antics’ boasts
And frighten them with tales of ghosts
Until one day they all fled, crying
But horses hooves left six there, dying

At threat of the noose they told him deny
the stories he’d told and that ghosts were a lie
At last he conceded, then lost and dejected
said, ‘There ain’t no ghosts, I stand here corrected.’

But justice it seems weren’t too fair in them days
So though he concurred he was hanged anyways
But maybe his God tried to save that old sot
For his neck never broke with the slip of the knot

And so with legs kickin like some headless chicken
He begged and he pleaded to be cutted down
And folk turned away but one heard him say 
‘My ghost shall forever lay waste to this town.’

And even today there’s people what say
They’ve seen old Rob here in his cave
I do not deceive and you should believe
That you’re either you’re stupid or brave.”

               *

Then outside the cave into which they were crammed
A loud banging sound as a car door slammed
Every head turned to see what went on
And the Pirate announced it was time he was gone

An angry, but tatty, faux pirate, appeared
In fancy dress clothes and a clearly fake beard
At first he said nothing, his face wore a sneer
And then he yelled, “How did you lot get in here?”

One visitor said, “Yer man let us in,
the one with ugly great scar on his chin.”
The faux pirate said “It’s a slack time of year
It’s the middle of winter… there’s only me here.”

He turned to the clatter of horses on cobbles
And fled when he had an attack of the wobbles
And a voice, just an echo announced to the party 
“You do know there ain’t any ghosts…
Me hearty.”



9 January 2022
Contest: A Ghost Story
Sponsor: Angela Tune

Copyright © | Year Posted 2022




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Date: 1/14/2022 12:20:00 AM
Wow! a nice one, really interesting, Terry, congratulations:)
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Terry Flood
Date: 1/15/2022 1:33:00 PM
Thanks, Jo. Glad you enjoyed. Terry
Date: 1/13/2022 10:47:00 PM
Great story. Very interestingly sritten. Congratulations!
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Terry Flood
Date: 1/15/2022 2:52:00 PM
Thank you Christuraj. Glad you enjoyed.
Date: 1/13/2022 3:13:00 PM
Wow, Terry--what a great tale! And your poetry is great, too! Congratulations!
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Terry Flood
Date: 1/13/2022 3:34:00 PM
So glad you enjoyed, Ann. Chuffed. Terry
Date: 1/10/2022 3:30:00 PM
Hello Terry ... very enjoyable poem indeed. Pirate yarns take us somewhere else don't they - catch you soon Terry - Lindsay
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Terry Flood
Date: 1/11/2022 4:18:00 PM
They do that, Lindsay. Usually somewhere marked with an ‘X’. Glad you enjoyed. Terry
Date: 1/9/2022 12:18:00 AM
Lol, brilliant Terry, Why are pirates feared? Cos they arrrrrrrrrrr. Hope your new year off to a good start. You weren't joking about the book, it's like a breeze block lol. Tom
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Tom Cunningham
Date: 1/9/2022 3:36:00 AM
Thank you Terry, for some reason it wouldn't let me put in Tom. I've always been known as Tom, not the peeping kind lol Congrats to you too
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Terry Flood
Date: 1/9/2022 3:19:00 AM
Thanks, Tom. I always liked the arrrrrr gag… never stops being funny. At first I was surprised that you weren’t in the book, until I found you as ‘Thomas’. Congrats on your inclusion. Terry

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