.3. Sunken Feelings Poem by David Threadgold

.3. Sunken Feelings



Shiver me timbers
The old pirate said
When a red hot black canon-ball
Fell on his bed

Attacked in his sleep
Left him no time to think
As slowly his galleon
Started to sink

Both captain and crew
Half asleep what a shocker
Now all reside
Down in Davy Jones locker


© 2008 David Threadgold
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