A Pirate's Life For Me

June 12, 2017

I hoped to strike silver

With my calcium-crusted 


Inside of a king's cake on the 


Instead I became a diver

Finally finding Blackbeard's 



Jewels; pearl necklaces; gold coins!

All these and more. Under this

Tiny red-shingled roof

A treasure was hid!


I always see the fishermen in

Their green rubber boots

Slumbering by their bobbing rods; 

But i never saw a bait box. 


Is it I then? They bait me

With the hidden riches 

Of their past legacy

To understand the unknown;

to drown on jewels of old yore!

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