~(~ The Works and Essays of CEDA ~)~Mature

Anything that comes to mind goes here, whether it be poetry or a short story.

Stormin’ it was in the
dead of the night.

We all held on f’ore what
was right.

It shook, it trembl’d,
split in the middle.

Still our ol’ King of the
Seas set sail.


Through the doom and the
thousand suns.

Runnin’ on board and
firin’ the guns.

Let ‘em all stare down on
our glory.

As our ol’ King of the
Seas sets sail.


He took shots to the bow,
splintered down.

Not once did a crew member
put on a frown.

F’ore we all knew that even in great terror.

Our ol’ King of the Seas
will set sail.


The mast is set up and
over our heads.

Underneath it in the belly
lay our beds.

We nev’r leave our home on
the waves.

Tis it is where we all
belong and treasure.


With me rum and me sword
in me hand.

I run up on deck and start
up the band.

We play proudly and loudly through the night.

Off goes our ol’ King of
the Seas to sail.


To the ship there was an
equal to compete.

There was not a foe we
couldn’t beat.

So as we wander’d far and
wide across the waters.

The ol’ King of the Seas
sailed tall and proud.


The armada was scared,
they came to kill

We were sweatin’ as we
lost all the will.

There were too many of
them, and only us.

But our ol’ King of the
Seas couldn’t go down easy.


One day it was attacked
and sunk in the water.

We all stood in shock, but
then we looked yonder.

Alas! It rose, down from
the depths.

Our ol’ King of the Seas
will never be stopped.


Come see it now, in all
it’s might at the port.

Some days we sail it, as
it still is our fort.

Not just that, but our
very best friend.

Our ol’ King of the Seas,
still great as can be.

The End

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