Little Pirates

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Little Pirates

(A Story Poem in Rhyme)
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When I was a boy,

A very young snip,

I dreamt about sailing

On a pirate ship.

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It was way back when

I was barely ten,

But I had a yen,

And a crew of men.

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OK, not real Men!

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They were my brothers,

And a couple others.

We all had hopes.

Thought we knew the ropes.

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Oh boy, so naive.

But we still believe!

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So we grabbed dad’s tools

And like crazy fools,

With some old scrap wood,

And a roll of duct tape,

Did the best we could.

Knocked it into shape.

Plastic bottle floats,

With two painted coats,

It looked pretty good.

Built a pirate craft.

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Well, I guess a raft.

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On the maiden trip

Of our pirate ship,

Pushed it in the drink,

As we watched it sink,

Floundering in the bay,

Heard my matey’s say.

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As pirates, we Stink!

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Author Notes

A tale of sunken dreams. Boys make a raft.


This photograph is from Yahoo Images.

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