Lady Scalliwag
The She Pirate
I spied her through my looking glass
We set our sails and chased the lass
Her vessel of a higher class
She beat us to Gin Rummy’s Pass
I’m Captain Hank from Codger Bay
This fetching damsel slipped away
But we shall meet again some day
And when we do, then come what may
A navy schooner comes about
“It’s Captain Hank we want,” they shout
“To save yourselves, send out the lout”
My scurvy crew, they sold me out
With braided cord around my feet
Was led away to Admiral Pete
Just then another pirate cheat
Invaded us with guns replete
Swashbuckling pirates poured aboard
And there’s the lass from yonder fjord
She winked at me and cut my cord
‘Twas her who led this mangy horde
“Ahoy,” she greets with courage vast
“You gave me chase but didn’t last
Gave up pursuit a bit too fast
Perhaps you need a bigger mast”
I bowed and said, “I’m Captain Hank
They brought me here to walk the plank
For all the rum we stole and drank
Tho now it seems I’ve ye to thank”
She said, “You Bucs will sail with me”
Then set the Admiral’s navy free
I told the Admiral, “Best ye flee
She’s far a better man than thee”
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Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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1:49am
4/16/25 1:49am I want to breathe death in my larynx and feel loose change in the torn and raggedy pockets of my mother’s cardigan. The water is next to the bed. It’s not cold and never will be. So I guess what’s left is us; we will walk with crooked feet on a path carved by ancient societies. You will borrow my shoes. I will taste vengeance in my tea and convince myself it’s good for my liver. Coffee is fine too. Yes, that’s all. I will think about how I want to kiss you and, the clouds, they will rise to space, and leaves, they will glue their limbs back together. The sun has been out for weeks. This screw isn’t any looser than when I bought it. But I will wake up and I will be in the ship that splits in two and slide my sullen palms across its tundric pillow. I never took swimming lessons so whatever happens is meant to be. I’m sorry if that upsets you. I’m sorry I said that. Anyway, I want to lie nude in wildflowers with ants who build colonies and worms who can’t see. You have a problem with textures. You can’t help it. I could try to tell you things, like how I want my children to understand how little everything is and to not be afraid of the giant fingers that grab at sewing needles in their dreams. I could say it always scared me. It’s just not right. But listen, back to it: I want to indulge in passion and binge affection. Is it a sin if it helps? I will endure the things I am given and inculcate everyone around me to do the same. Do five laps around the block before you respond, whatever helps. I will tell you I want harmony to be palpable and wheels of recognition to be locked in an imperishable gear. Refill the pot if it’s empty. What I want has nothing to do with me. Diagonal tile is cold, you know, and my hair gets crunchy after too long out there. I want this lesson to end.
By Olivia Dodge3 days ago in Poets
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Haha! So good, Earl!! 💫