The South Pacific
is Paradise in Wenches
with Gold in limbo.
These Wenches are strange.
For after sex on the beach,
we are now married.
I tried to explain
a Pirate can't be tied down...
we tie people up!
Her Father demands
I marry her in the morn
or into the flames.
She is quite angry
I chose fire not marriage,
she adds many logs.
Rum is my saviour!,
the Captain raises a toast.
Thirty bottles drunk.
The Natives passed-out,
I jump out of the kettle
and arrive on-board.
A true Ocean tale
Pirates, Wenches, Fire, Rum
the Rum was best ARRrrg.
8Geee
mid-2012
A Pirate's Haiku
A Pirate's Haiku
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