Galleons Of Spain Poem by Pierre Rausch

From Sevilla into the blue ocean
If her letter is right, she'd discover she didn't love land life anymore
Too far away among one of these Galleons of Spain

That by entering, she'd be granted that mean
These buccaneers of the Caribbeans
These Pirates brittle age
The pilot nest of St. Kitts
Under the blue, white, black banner
Among one of these Galleons of Spain

Thousand bloody tears, thousand bloody nights
The fatherly bust, the heavenly night
Mussel beaches, treasure land
Blackbeard's dynamite-hand

Plankton of the Captain T. Enron Miller
The case Mexico, mines the gold and silver
West Indian raids and balloon
Amulet as silo of Christopher I-tune

Their they return, the Armada of the Spaniards
The Spanish Galleons, the Spanish Galleons
Too far away among one of these