A Pirates Legend Poem by Philip Lore

Shiver me timbers, hoist up the sail,
Draw loose ye sabers, ready to the rail.
Hasten, me hardies, open ye eyes,
There lies a merchant, a pirate prize.

Ready the cannonball, set straight the course,
Sink her me laddies, have no remorse.

The desperate Captain, let go a holler,
Spotting the pirate flying the 'Jolly Roger'.
Watching Old Black Beard,
Through his long looking glass,
His merchant ship helpless,
The 'Old Witch' so fast.

The 'Old Witch' came broadside,
And fired away,
Splintering deck, shouts of Hooray!
Black Beard with a wooden leg, boarded his prize,
Long, matted black beard, lifeless dark eyes.
3 pointed hat, with a ruby red jewel,
A blood thirsty pirate,
Merciless and cruel.

He sailed the sea, he ruled all the highland,
Legend says he buried his gold,
On Treasure Island.