Lend me y'ur ear as ye hear me tell tale,
‘Tis only by chance that I be alive.
I share it with you as I raise me ale,
For only a few were left to survive.
Slate skies were grey as we set out to sea,
The canvas was stretched o’er mizzen mast.
We pledged to follow the captain's decree
As he screamed the order; “swabbies avast”!
The needle spun free ‘neath the brass rimmed glass,
Our ship lost at sea the waves crashed on deck.
Neptune was crushing our small schooner class,
We knew we'd all drown; a hopeless shipwreck.
I raise me ale and I snicker at you;
Believe me tale? Then ye drank too much brew.

Such a sweet sonnet I am printing it for Aneka. Pretty sure she will enjoy this! Great job and I must repeat myself [sorry] to make a point. Your diversaty in style and contents amaizes me.
) A terrific piratic tale and a great poem!








with love & light~ Desire~*~
you're funny. 






















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