Well, me mateys,
we be changing
how we elect our
captain
of the Sea
Witch, the bane
of the Spanish
Main
we have some
rules now,
on how to behave
now,
among our pirate
brethren
and among our
prey
put the sword down
fool, or I’ll use it
to slice a smile, permanent
on your ugly mug
as I was saying
we have new
rules,
pass
the rum, you blighter,
I
need a swig.
You elect your representatives,
the pirates of
council,
nicely, now,
without killing,
or maiming, or
slicing an arm
of a leg or two,
and I appoint a few
worthies
as super-pirates
of council
well, yes, an ear or finger
might be permissible
and they come
together
to meet in
session,
a session of
pirates,
to elect the
captain
of this fine
ship of state,
our Sea Witch.
We do it proper,
now,
with votes, beating
our swords
into oars, but I
should mention
the captain
retains a veto
on who walks the
plank
and how the
shares divide
but that’s only
right and fit
and if you don’t agree
I’ll veto your head
with a sword right here
and now
we be democratic
now,
we vote proper
now,
and the Sea
Witch
will never be
the same
now.
Tweetspeak has a
poetry prompt this week, and it’s about prates and codes of conduct. If you
were hiring pirates, what would your expectations and rules of conduct be? To
see what others had to say, please visit Tweetspeak
Poetry.
Photograph by Linnaea Mallette via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
3 comments:
Funny!
"...beating our swords/into oars....' Nice play on words.
Outstanding parallels, Glynn! Expresses exactly how I'm feeling in these days. Oh, and I'm with Maureen on your most excellent play on words.
Blessings!
A masterpiece.
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