Thursday, March 26, 2009

I Wrote a Pirate Poem

I wish I were a pirate in the worst way today
In a boat upon the ocean, or out in Hudson Bay
Doing pirate daily chores, keeping watch for foreign shores
I wish I were a pirate in the worst way today.

I wish I were a pirate, though a girl one, not a boy
Swashbuckling and brave, yet I’d wear skirts and still be coy
Treated like a lady fair, pirate men would stop and stare
I wish I were a pirate, though a girl one, not a boy.

I wish I were a pirate, and not an office clerk
Trade my cube in for a tall ship; get serious about my work
Rise up through file and rank, by making bad guys walk the plank
I wish I were a pirate, and not an office clerk.

I wish I were a pirate, I’d be full of salty speech
Sing pirate songs each morning; eat my lunch upon the beach
Fulfill fiduciary duty (I’d be boss at hauling booty!)
I wish I were a pirate, I’d be full of salty speech.

I wish I were a pirate, ‘cause it sounds so fun and free
The world as your oyster, sailing ‘cross the seven seas.
No rent to pay or debt to owe, whiskey-drinking as we go,
I wish I were a pirate, ‘cause it sounds so fun to me.

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