A Tale of the Sleepy Skull Pirate

A Poem by Kenny J

I recently developed a clothing company for children called Sleepy Skulls. This is a poem I wrote to ad some substance to the products. An introduction to the Sleepy Skull pirate.

T'was a cold Autumn night
With a thin crescent moon
Dire wolves were a'howling
Causing young maids to swoon

A chill wind was blowing
Brazen church bells rang
It was the midnight hour
No parishioners came

Only dark things rustled
Things only half seen
Through the mist that gathered
On that chill cursed eve.

They crawled and they crept
On that dread 31st.
Like all evil monsters
They had a terrible thirst

If not for the ghost
Of the long dead Buccaneer
All would be lost
And there'd be no one to hear

How the Werewolves and Vampires
Descended that night
Lo the wrath of the Pirate
Was a terrible sight!

With his cutlass a flashing
And pistols well aimed
The dark creatures ran
They all had been tamed

With their lives they escaped
They flew for the hills
To never return
For they knew they'd be killed

So my children you listen
For you can sleep tight
As long as he's here
The Werewolves won't bite.

Nor Vampires nor Zombies
Nor other ghouls too
For the Sleepy Skull Pirate
Will watch over you.

KFJ
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