pirate poem

Ahoy Maties!

When love first whistled its way o’er my yardarm
I didn’t shiver me timbers
or fall overboard.

I found a port
                         in a storm
                                           in a teacup.

And for love of jolly rogering
I waved goodbye to my wooden ship
and the endless sky it sailed upon.
And I dropped my anchor here,

in a salty tear
                        in a pirate’s eye.

Juke of Flow

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