The return of the poet pirate
The poet Pirate sails the high sea he has plunder on his mind, he'll take no prisoners unless they're of the sexy kind
Then he'll take them to his ship, have his way with them in his cabin late at night, he hopes they have a wild spirit, nothing beats a sexual fight
Through his spyglass another ship comes into sight, he knows he can out gun her, he must strike when the time is right
Run up the colours, the Jolly Rodger now flying at full mast, he has the wind behind him, he catches up real fast
The roar of the cannon fills the air, the clash of cutlass drowns out the enemies screams, soon the ship is his, the day is won, he's fulfilled his pirate dreams
Plunder now fills his hold, another ship sleeps with Davy Jones, many men were cast adrift but they won't make old bones
Now sitting in his cabin the Poet Pirates drinking rum, another ship's been taken and there's another poem done
THE KINKY POET
Destiny
Looking down at her map the Pirate Queen was sure which way to go, she sipped her rum and pondered as the ship tossed to and throw
The storm outside was wailing lightning struck the mast, tomorrow she repair the damage, she wondered how long will the raging sea last
The Sun broke through the clouds, with the repairs it was time to sail, she run her finger across the map and she made a visual trail
Dressed in her favourite britches she pulled her thigh high boot, with cutlass and two flintlocks, she was ready to hunt for loot
With orders given the Pirate Queen steered the ship the hunt for boots was now on, pieces of gold and diamonds anything the really shone
Little did she know on this day what destiny had decided what would be her fate, on this day she'd meet the Pirate poet and he would become her mate
Then together they would sail the sea, fight together forever more, travelling across the water, never wanting to live on shore
THE KINKY POET
