Misuka Masamoto
Neko
The Seven Seas
In 1713 Pirates sail the seas,
Tough skinned, unable to quease.
They're malicious and vicious,
you must always be suspicious.
They will rob the rich, kill the poor,
damn!, these dasteredly pirates of lore.
When will it stop?
When will the bodys drop!
The bells a ringing,
People ready for the hanging.
The Hempen halter strung tight.
as the mate puts up a fight.
Good-bye, the floor,
Good-bye ye soul that settles the score.
A life for a life but pirates play dirty.
They might even fight one against thirty.
The town slept through the night,
but nothing seemed quiet right.
The night should go on,
The Scallywag's gone.
Nothing more to be said,
yet is that something over head?
In heavy heeds the pirates come.
Cast away, hide and run,
For these pirates are not yet done.
"Don't dance the hempen jig,
It'll earn the black spot for all british pigs!"
Blood spilt, eye for an eye, the black flag, on a ten fold brig.
This is the opening to my role play thread about pirates. Inspired by playing mario and making rhymes, then wanting to make a poem about pirates.
My mind, in a nutshell.
My mind, in a nutshell.
