We Sleep In Buses (Pirates) Poem by Chuy Amante

We Sleep In Buses (Pirates)

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It's true! We sleep in buses,
as often as we can,
Oft times we warm our dinner sweet,
right in the metal can.

We drive, we party,
half of us, on the lam,

We are the bloodline of PIRATES,
this round on the land!
A jolly lot, we drink and smoke pot,
and booty we do demand!

Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 25 October 2014

cute. i picture this poem scripted on parchment, framed in gold leaf, and hung with perfumed lace. yeah, maybe scripted ain't proper english! maybe? knowing how difficult/complicated/frustrating english language is sometimes, i HAD TO LOOK UP THIS idiom: half of us, on the lamb, were the other half on the piglet? i've heard about you land pirates! ! ! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - lamb or lam? make mine ham, with mustard, please. : on the lam running from the police. (Underworld.) Richard has been on the lam for a week now. The gang leader broke out of prison and is still on the lam. See also: lam McGraw-Hill Dictionary of American Idioms and Phrasal Verbs. © 2002 by The McGraw-Hill Companies, Inc. - - - - - - - - - - - - and you younger, more 'hip' readers, may do well to google pirate booty; get your minds out of the gutter! ! ! :) bri a nice addition to MyPoemList. :)

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