I be a gunner, that I be
I hits any targets that I see
a twelve pound gun is a woman to me
I've spread me shot all over the sea
I've sunk 'em Spanish, French, and Dutch
and plundered holds of many and much
the smell of powder is to me perfume
that's why I sleeps in the powder room
Grapeshot, chainshot, and the iron ball
even skulls, I've fired them all!
firepots, stinkpots and all the rest
at hittin' me target I am the best!
Musket, swivel gun, blunderbus
I'll clear the decks without a fuss!
at three hundred yards, I'll blow down a mast
splinter the timbers, and then- avast!
in a boardin' party, i'm never slow
my duckfoot clears the way I go
down into the holds below
to plunder the booty of silver and gold
then back on board with the pirate scum
to swill me head with a keg o' rum
If a gunner ye seek, ye found 'im here
lets parlay over a tankard o' beer!
A contest entry
- Who Wants To Join My Crew? by Sinfully Yours.
300 points, ended December 12, 2007, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Arrrrr! I loved this, injecting the appropriate piratey voice into the narration in my head as I read.
Your meter and rhyme are excellent, together forming a tone that fits your words well.
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wow! Absolutely fantastic!!! I love it! This is exactly what I am looking for! And you've definitely won me over with the rhyming! Great write and good luck!
Miss Marie
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well, milady, what information be ye seeking now? ask anything about me sailin' or shootin' but don't get too personal about me women. some matters be private, ya know he he.
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Good poem here matey
Good luck.
Thanks for your comment
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what no more? loved this!
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