Under the Skull n' Bones

poem by: Q. Ramirez
Written on Jun 07, 2017

Under the patched sails
Under the black flag under the crossbones
Dar she waves defiant of the navy law
With the wind at her mast
Cutting the waves at her keel
A slave ship no more but free to plunder
with 40 guns top her hull -
" To our flagship Queen Ann's Revenge
  we'll pull the cork from the ole jar
  Till we reach port for life is short
  for we say - "Help thyself for God will help ye"
  Let's drink to life under the black spot
  Swallow up matey to a chug-a-lug of the grog
  Til Davy Jones locker to my blue beard and days that be"  


Tags: happy, humor, imagery,

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Christopher Russon commented:
Lovely poem.can you pour me out a glass of grog please ha ha.
Frank byrne commented on Oct 17, 2017 at 5:59pm
Ahh har!...nice one Q.....Cheers me hearty!....


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