Parts Beyond the Seas
To be a pirate, a swanky corsair,
Has always struck my fancy,
To sail on a ship in the salty air,
To parts beyond the seas.
With a dash of panache, a swig of flair,
And buckles to swash aplenty,
I'd live my life for gold and a dare,
And be forever free.
Think of it, how fine would it be, to live a life of piracy?
Who cares about scurvy and mutiny?
I'll be a pirate yet, you'll see!
The End
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How challenging. Write a poem with the title decided by the author of the post before. It's quite absurd.
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Have fun! Try to read others' work! Be fair, play nice, be appropriate (I don't want to mark this mature). You're big kids; you know what 'appropriate' means.
Thanks, Eryl
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