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Marlboroughs and Doubloons
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Captain Lamas and four other men ascend towards the sky
Took off from their base a Florida trace of ship being lost on first sight
In Leather Neck brace and skyward race marlboroughs men alight
This journey austere triangle of fear Bumuda beyond so bright
Droning on out no sight or a vouch for wreckage or of a crew
Calls from the bay Captain I say a Galleon with canon a brute
Mist then accrues upon their strange views Spanish and decks all a bare
Lower us down to view near the ground of sea level if you dare
Photography done believeable none we swoop around all the mist
The Galleon a bow to stern disallow in a turn is gone in a twist
Return to the base U turn from this place an accident gravely of late
No sooner a turn wreckage does burn of Captain Lamas and four mates
No sign on the waves of bomber remains poor souls unknown of their fate
But those who just knew dined winely and drew meat on a pewter of plate
A pirate so coarse of cutlet and gorse sat down to feast in a tomb
Doubloons on a tray with Malboroughs they say together in A locker room
Copyright ©
Ian Foley
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