Foggy London Town

Reason for Living

I have a reason to be living
Clearly all things I see
This is a time for giving
The perfect way to be
Putting away the sorrows
This is a brighter day
Swiftly I must borrow
A time to sit and pray
I could be sad
Or I can be mad
But that's out of reason
I'm the only one
I should be pleasing
So how I know
Here I go
This is my fate
It's giddy up go
I can't be late
Poetry Scroll Collection
March 24 2014 ©
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Pete the Pirate

Black Pete the Pirate
Was a crusty ole bloke
Lop off your head with a stroke
Cutlass in hand so irate
Mean and so full of hate
A patch on his eye he wore
Two muskets tucked in his belt
Peg leg that thumped on the floor
His anger was truly felt
All cocked and ready for war
His crew never crossed ole Pete
His words were always so frank
One false move in your sleep
You might be walking the plank
Thirty lashes he loved to give
Cat-a-Nine Tail to the bone
A meaner man never lived
This pirate at sea is his home
On the bridge he boldly cries
Prime the cannon and guns
Mates them that survives
Be the lucky ones
Arrrggg hoist the Jolly Roger
Take all the silver and gold
Me treasure chest runs over
With all that it will hold
Pete writes in his captains log
Heave to you scurvy crew
Earn your daily cup of grog
We have lots of work to do
Your backside I will flog
If you sail the Spanish Main
Keep your fingers crossed
You will never see or meet
This crusty ole salt
Black Pirate named Pete
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April 4 2014 ©
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