Avast the blast, ye scurvy scum.
Our crew now beats the deadly drum
and we will send you all to Hell...
upon the waves you'll bob and swell.
Aye, entered into our domain
our territory, sure and plain
wherein we sail and rob and plunder,
hear our shouts that sound like thunder.
'Ole Jim Beggs has wooden legs
and soon will smell like rotten eggs
as swords do run into his chest...
He'll beg to die, for that be best.
This Sea of Death is ours to keep
and yours to risk; In Hell you'll weep.
This coast belongs to Captain Mave.
Aye, pirate's life is like a slave.
Our blood gets boilin' sure and hot.
Your place with Satan now is bought!
Author notes
From pirate girl, Fantasy Dream. Aye, I be a member of this here wild pirate group. lol
A contest entry
- PIRATE POEMS by Roaddog Wolf.
1400 points, ended December 14, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This was a great poem and I enjoyed the read very much. Good Pirate stuff. Sorry my comments are brief I have been being run a bit thin lately, Happy Holidays!. Good write.
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I love your rhyming and theme here, good poet who is filled with ideas! 
Fun to read and you left me with a big smile! 
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Wow, you went all out, he's going to have a hard time with judging these great entries, I don't envy him one bit lol and good luck to you
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A rousing poem to stir the blood!
Your poem inspired me, good pirate sister. 
The best of luck to ye, for sure! 
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WOW!!! All filled with fire and vinegar and making me shake in me boots! Thank you for comin' in right prompt-like. A poem to hold and give chills...
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