| General Poetry
posted February 7, 2016 |
180 words
The Pirate of the Horse Opera
Murderous waves ride me like an auburn strumpet,
mutineer pees, in me drinking bucket.
Howling gales clobber me face, bringing up welts,
sunscreen disappears and melts.
I be out ta sea, watching seals,
paying bills, whilst mate's practice cartwheels.
Laying back, rum in hand,
peppered by turtle soup mixed with sand,
such a tempting memory, mixed with thyme,
slurped... savored, my life's divine.
Captured French Cookie, knows her stuff,
and she fluffs
me feathers, while cocked hat shades
me, sharpening blades.
Spyglass reaches out oceans blue,
business at hand, coming into view.
Ready mates? Light the fuse.
Cannon #1... Fire, then reuse!
Blast those bastards to smithereens,
then feed Queen's men to the sardines.
Ports of Rum Tavern pleasures,
winches tops overflowing measured,
me mates gold teeth glow
in skirts, at the Skull and Bones Bordello.
Me parrot chatters, curses and mumbles, bout me loot and map.
Swine Polly yak's too much crap.
I'm thinking of roasting and stitching the beak,
of that gossiping jibber jabbering, rattle trap creep.
Life's grand...
'Cept', them thar those, that meets me... first hand.
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