Pirates Plight (Faux Shakespearean Sonnet)
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Forsooth! Fair maid hath slipped the knot
That tightly bound these hands of mine.
Oh what fair wind did change my lot!
Twas judged to swing upon the vine.
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I’d thought these evil deeds of I’d done
Twould stretch this misbegotten neck,
When captured at the point of gun,
Upon defiant pirate deck.
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Sweet wench took note, unknown to me.
She took to heart my fated plight.
It seems love’s spark was meant to be.
Once love’s price paid, I fled the night.
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I do confess, that I shall miss
Her probing hands and soft sweet kiss.
Adeau!
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| Writing Prompt |
| Write a poem in any form or style with Betrayal as the central theme. |
| Author Notes
She wanted more.
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